#and when i went to take a picture somehow i opened my gallery and it showed a picture of fernandos ass💀💀

[endofbeginings]

Since i started watching f1 ive had very few dreams about it (which is rare because i dream a lot and the things i watch constantly come up) but fernando is Always in them..... to be fair if someone is haunting me in my dreams freddy krueger style it makes total sense that its him right

[mchlgayser]

hii can you please make more jobe ffs (when you can) i love them 🫶🏽🫶🏽

𓂃⭑ᜊ: ART GALLERY ft jobe bellingham

𓂃⭑ᜊ an: I LOVE writing Jobe's fanfic ngl, I realized my writings are neater everytime I'm writing for him skhsksj somethings wrong with me

𓂃⭑ᜊ content warning: none

𓂃⭑ᜊ: @iwritesjud3's masterlist

'I want you guys to be on your best behavior today... Andrew this indicates especially for you.' Miss. Coffee said in her promising stern voice, Andrew was half-listening, mostly talking to you and you elbowed the right on his stomach making him wince in pain 'Yes Miss.' The bus stopped abruptly as the students lined up to exit the bus. You and your closest friend, Andrew are at the very back, taking your best moment procrastinating as you take out your Canon brand camera alongside with your sling messenger bag stuffing it with your iPad, a book, notebook and your pencil case.

The bag and camera sling over to your shoulder, Andrew was watching you occasionally looking back to the front to catch a stare or Miss. Coffee 'Hurry up!' She said and you both scurried away.

Since today's weather is somewhat, colder you are thankful enough for your generous mother that reminds you to take a thick jacket before going out. Right now you are wearing your school's uniform, a thick and soft fleece baseball jacket, a scarf wrapping over your neck, stocking pants, leg warmers and to match it all, a high-cut black converse. You didn't bother to tie your hair, letting it loose since it somehow helps you to reduce cold on your neck and ears.

You hop out of the bus with Andrew and join your other schoolmate's lining ups at the main entrance of the gallery, 'I have to remind you all again, our school is not the only school on a trip today, that includes Birmingham's Academy. So once again, please behave yourself and stay as quiet as possible. For that, you can enjoy the rest of the day to yourselves.' The main entrance open and one by one of us started to flood the hall.

Your eyes were attached to the drawing and paintings that are hanging on the walls, some placed on the table and put in a casket, there are writings below, the origins, the painters, the drawers, and the story behind the art and you adore it all! You are taking pictures of the art sometimes with Andrew in it, posing for the camera.

One of the picture is Andrew doing a silly face, you are laughing at him 'You are so quirky!' You commented making him snort back at your quick remark. You and Andrew are having your best time adorning the arts that you failed to noticed you had caught an attention from a certain pupil from the Birmingham's Academy!

Jobe went inside a bit late because he was talking over with his trainer. His loyal friends who promised to wait from him had somehow left him to go to God knows where. He was looking around for any signs of his friends but find them nowhere. Instead, his eyes caught with something, perhaps, someone.

He could notice the girl from far over, she is with a person around her age, probably her friend, they were laughing while she take pictures of the boy. Jobe could not clearly see her but he could catch a glimpse of her smile and laugh, it was unclear due to the loud atmosphere inside the hall but he could still sense the tint of honey-like and her contagious laughter.

Her eyes are twinkling when she blinked, it was like the whole universe is on hold within her stares, Jobe noticed she had stopped laughing, her friend are whispering something over to her, and looked behind immediately making contact with him. It was as if his world stopped. Her whole focuses are now on him and he was stoned and nervous.

The pressure melted away the seconds the girl offered him a gentle smile and quickly averted her attention elsewhere. Jobe could feel his heart throbbing inside him. It was loud and clear he could feel it about to explode out of its cage. The smile she sent his way was the kind of smile he could never forget, even if he wanted to, the smile he yearns for more.

It was nearing the end of the trip, you are on your way out to take a breather at the gallery's front garden, Andrew has separated from you to join his classmates in playing games. You sat on the bench grabbing your camera to take pictures. The trees, the fountain, the pigeons from any sort of angle. You stop to check and a certain picture caught your engagement. It was one of your pictures you took of a pigeon resting on a tree, you saw the same guy from before Andrew accused of staring at you.

He is behind the tree, almost like he was hiding. You avert your attention back to the tree and slowly walk there. You could almost sense a presence behind the tree and you peeked your head 'Huh?' The boy startled, almost stumbling to the ground if you hadn't caught him 'You should be careful.' You let out and smile at him, you weren't very sure if it was something that you said or done but his face turned red, he was hiding the smile that plastered on his face by turning his head around 'Are you alright? You face.' You did a motion to your face and look at him 'Yes, it's the cold!' You nod 'What are you doing behind this tree anyway? Are you hiding?' He shakes his head 'No I was just... Watching you...! But not in a creepy way! I just thought that you are very beautiful especially your eyes!' You were baffled, having a hard time containing your laugh 'Do you want to laugh?' And you did, he was cute explaining it 'Sorry, I didn't mean to!'

He wasn't offended by your honest remark or feeling belittle instead he was feeling giddy, somehow because he was able to talk to you.

[thislovintime]

Karen Harvey on The Monkees' tour plane, summer of 1967 (photo by Henry Diltz); Peter Tork, Karen, and Justin in January 1968 (photo courtesy of Bridgeman Images); Peter and Karen's son Domin, 1989 ("Tork recently visited Harvey and her son in Amsterdam," per The News Journal in 1989; Peter and Karen in the 2000s.

"Harvey was living in the same apartment building as Tork, at 35 Bedford St., and they cemented a friendship that had started earlier. 'We’re still very, very good friends,' she said. Through a girlfriend at one of the art galleries, Harvey also go to know David Crosby. He and Tork were responsible for getting Harvey to move West. 'He [Crosby] fell in love with my girlfriend and took her back to California. Then Peter got this Monkees thing and moved there. Everybody was trying to get me to come to California, and so I eventually went,' Harvey says. 'She came because I asked her to,' Tork confirmed during a phone call from California. 'I can’t actually say she was my girlfriend. She was my roommate. She came back and forth for a while. I’m an old fan of hers from way, way back. Karen is a wonderful singer.' Although she eventually got her own apartment, Harvey spent much of her time at Tork’s house, under the famous 'Hollywood' sign. 'I was handling a lot of affairs of the house because he [Tork] was working like a slave,' Harvey said. 'TV work is no picnic.' With the increasing amount of money and fame through the Monkees’ TV show, Tork moved to a bigger house (once owned by actor Wally Cox) in Studio City. They also needed more room because Tork, Harvey and Robert Hammer, who directed the horror film 'Don’t Answer the Phone,' had formed a film company called Breakthrough-Influence, whose work included videos for Crosby, Stills and Nash, and Steve Miller. (Hammer is also the father of Harvey’s son, Justin, 22; she has another son, Domin, 11, by a member of Sail-Joia.) 'It was in that [Studio City] house that Lowell George from Little Feat used to rehearse, and that was the house that the Beatles came to,' Harvey said. 'Jimi Hendrix came to both [houses] because he was a real good friend right up until he died.' Of the Beatles, only Ringo Starr and George Harrison dropped by the Studio City home, Tork recalled. 'We went swimming for a while in the pool.' 'I slept through it,' said Harvey of the visit. 'I though they would hang around a little and I was just real slow about it and they left. I was hanging out with every superstar in the book, and they were just average people to me. Peter Tork was very, very generous, and his house was an open house.' To make up for her missing the Beatles, Harvey said, Tork suggested they go to England to visit them. It was New Year’s Eve 1968 [sic]. She remembers that her son, Justin, who was a toddler then, played bongos with Harrison at Apple Records. 'We went to visit George,' Tork said. 'George was doing cuts for the "Wonderwall" album [read more about Peter's banjo contribution to the movie here] at the time. I remember George offering to turn the lights up so Karen could have more light to take pictures.'" - The News Journal, July 16, 1989

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“I don’t know that it [fame] affected my ability to have friendships. Basically I don’t think I knew how to be or have a friend beforehand, and I don’t think I learned while I was in that operation [The Monkees]. I mean, I had some good buddies, you know, but that wasn’t the same thing, I didn’t really understand. There was only one person in my life that I could turn to when I was hurting who happened somehow to know what it was, what it took to stop me hurting, and that was a woman named Karen Harvey, who later joined me on the West Coast. And I thought, well, here’s a friend come to join me and this will be a real friend. And we were pretty good friends, I guess, but there wasn’t any that, you know, that — I didn’t know what a friend did in a sense of how, on a day-to-day basis, do you maintain your friendships, do you go out of your way to make sure that things are nice and right and, you know, the kind of work that a friendship takes. You don’t just have a friendship without work. And I didn’t know that. And I’m not so sure I know it now.” - Peter Tork, NPR, June 3, 1983 

“[‘Lady’s Baby’] was about the lady that I was living with at the time, and her son. That’s them [in photo 2], that’s my darling Karen, with whom I am still very good friends all these years later.” - Peter Tork during his My Life In The Monkees & So Much More tour, 2013 (x)

[call-sign-shark]

Seeing your asks about au love stories for Heaveb, and i got to ask: how would an Eva x Heaven story look like?

Ref to this Ask AU

JULI. THIS IS A FANTASTIC QUESTION. I’m enjoying this far too much, so my ask box is definitely open for this kind of shipping game with Heaven. (Arthur is yelling now lmao “stoppp stealing me angel arghhhhh 😭”). Honestly, I got a little bit excited with this because my mind buzzed with ideas for our two witches.

“You’re the moon of my life, Eva.” “And you’re the light in my darkness.”

• Following Arthur’s death in the boxing ring attack, Heaven went into a downward spiral. The women meet for the first time in the nearby forest when Heaven attempted to kill herself by drowning in a river. Eva was wandering in the wild, needing a pause from the city’s noise, when she was struck by prophetic instincts.

• Her witch’s visions led her to Heaven and, when she sensed she was a witch like her (the very first and incredibly powerful she’s met) Eva saved her. In fact, our elegant Eva didn’t mind ruining her expensive black dress.

• Back to the ground, she pressed her soft and intoxicating lips on the pale woman’s to breathe her back to life — As soon as their flesh collapsed together, Heaven reopened her eyes and felt an indescribable fire lighting up within. A fire she had thought extinguished when her sweet Arthur died in her arms.

• “Dying is for the weak, ángel, and you’re no weak.” She whispered, “You’re a wonderful creature and I’ll make you reach your full potential.” Her voice lost itself in the wind, like the threatening rumble of a far away storm. That’s how Eva decided to bring her home.

• Luca and Eva had a heated argument about her: “She’s Arthur Shelby’s fucking window!! We’ve killed her husband, don’t you think she’ll be a danger to us? She’ll avenge him. Please, my Queen, this is not a good idea.”

_ “She stays or I leave with her.” That was the only thing she said in the whole discussion, her dark eyes glistening with confidence and authority. Luca knew he had lost.

• Eva took care of Heaven for months, for the poor angel was in a half-catatonic state. She would spend most of her time with Heaven, taking baths with her, changing her whole dressing, and bringing her in art galleries to change her mind. Soon, Eva became the only person she trusts and loves with all her heart.

• When Heaven starts getting better, our powerful Eva teaches her to use her power properly. One night they are in the forest, dancing around a bonfire, and pulls even in her arms to kiss her. They make love for the first time.

• At first Luca was jealous, but he rapidly understands that the two witches are inseparable. Somehow, they end up forming a polyamory couple.

• Heaven loves sex with the two of them, and it can get very tender and sensual, but her favorite moments are still when she’s alone with her Eva.

• She sometimes weeps when Luca hugs her in bed, for the sensation of his slender arms around her body reminds her of Arthur. Eva, behind her, kisses her shoulder tenderly and whispers lovely and reassuring sentences in Spanish to soothe her.

• Loved and cared for, Heaven’s hatred for Tommy grows more and more. She firmly believes that Arthur’s and John’s death are his fault. She just remains worried for Polly and Ada.

• As time passes, Heaven is always by Eva’s side. She has become Eva’s lover and personal body guard, even if she’s far more able to defend herself. I like to picture our goth Queen Eva sitting on a sofa with a glass of wine in her hand, and caressing her angel’s hair with the other. Heaven would sit on the floor scattered with comfortable cushions, next to the sofa. She would be ready to poison and kill at her command.

• Heaven is the only one who manages to calm down Eva when her bad memories come to haunt her. She lays with her in bed, all naked, and gently stroke her long dark hair until Eva falls asleep. Sometimes, Heaven sings for her.

• “Eva is the Queen, and God has mercy on those who disrespect her royal mistress.”

Okay gonna stop her because I could write a whole series about the two of them. I know it’s quite original so I hope you’ll like it, Juli. 🤍✨

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Show you off Pt. 2

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Sinclair!sister

Word count: 2k

a/n: ask and you shall receive @e0509 you gave me the extra boost to finish this, and as this is a series for Eddie and my oc Devina, there will be a pt.3 in the future. 🫶🏽

Eddie, and I got to the venue early before doors opened to the public; his team, and production showed up an hour before that.

“Madison Square Garden, not bad for a kid from a small town.” I beamed up at him, Eddie bumps his hip into mine, wraps an arm round my neck, and pulls me close. As we both stand there looking at the imaginary crowd, an overwhelming sensation washes over me; Eddie has pulled through a lot, we both did. Surviving Hawkins, Indiana is no easy feat, but somehow we did.

“Kids like us, we aren’t supposed to make it this far. I’m so proud of you.” Tears from at the bottom of my eyes, they threaten to fall, but the second they do he caught them with his thumb.

“I’m so proud of us, your art gallery is opening soon, and I just know you’re gonna do great Angel.” He kissed me on my forehead, his lips felt warm, and soft. The feeling of butterflies rushed up from the pit of my stomach at the mention of my new gallery. I spent every last dime I had from working, and college tuition on it. Of course Eddie funded everything else I couldn’t pay for, even when I told him no, he refused to listen to me.

“Thank you baby, I love you.” My voice cracked at the end, the memories of the past flashing by in my mind, and I couldn’t have imagined any of them without Eddie in the picture.

“Hey guys, sorry to ruin your moment, but we gotta get a move on with sound check.” Alison, the production manager, called to us from down below the stage on the floor where the pit section would be.

Eddie pulled me in close for one last kiss, at least the last one for now, but he savored the flavor of me making sure to take all my gloss with him.

“Alright, calm down, I’ll see you in a few.” I had to pry him off me, if it were up to him, he’d kiss me till my lips fell off. Eddie’s love, and affection knew no bounds. Even if we’re in public together, he finds a way to intimately touch me; I used to be shy about the pda at first, but then along the way it somehow boosted my confidence.

I kindly ask one of the security guards to escort me back to Eddie’s dressing room, “Thanks.” The large burraly man nodded his head in response, and left me alone.

The room was a simple enough design, nicely furnished with a red sofa, an end table next to it. A coffee stable sat in the center with a stack of magazines, and a large charcuterie board. A bottle of champagne sat in a bucket with ice, I so badly wanted a glass, but I decided against it since I was talked into singing tonight.

At the front of the room is the makeup chair, with mirrors with lights bordering each one. I smiled at myself in the mirror, Eddie wanted me to get all dressed up. I think he went a bit overboard with his style of outfit, making sure to put me in something that is damn near naked, while also highlighting my breast.

After I did a few warm up exercises, I decided that I should probably take a nap, it would be a few hours before Eddie brings me out. I settled down on the sofa, tucking my legs underneath me. Soon I’m drifting off to sleep.

A few hours later

Eddie is doused in sweat, the microphone dangling around his neck, and his guitar sitting carefully nestled in its stand a few feet away from him. Off stage he could see Devina shifting her weight from one hip to the other, a nervous habit he noticed she has. He threw her a wink, and a dazzling smile. This seems to put her at ease a little, her body visibly relaxing.

“Alright quiet down my little hellraisers, quiet down.” He commanded the crowd, at the sound of his voice the stadium calmed down to a low simmer. Devina is always amazed by how well Eddie could control his crowds, they hang on his every word. He’s always been naturally charismatic, that was the first thing to grab her attention when they first met in High School.

“I’ve got someone really special for you all.” Excitement shone brightly in his brown eyes, it’s the only thing he could think about all night. Finally he gets to show his baby off on the grandest stage of them all.

The crowd began to buzz a little, whispering amongst each other, this is an unexpected turn of events. Usually Eddie sticks to the script, when it came to performances, going off page was unlike him.

“Ladies and gentlemen, the beautiful, talented, and future wife, Devina Sinclair!” He shouted, his arm outstretched towards the curtains where she appeared from. On cue a bright spotlight shines onto her, the stadium roars to life at the site of Eddie Munson’s infamous girlfriend. Though there were a few of his “fans” that treated her like shit, the majority of the fanbase absolutely adored Devina.

Eddie met her halfway on stage, grabbed her by the hand, and brought her right over to the microphone. At the moment the stage lights were down giving her view of all the people in the pit. It warmed her heart to see them blowing her kisses, making hearts with their hands, and shouting compliments at her.

“Here’s how this is gonna go, my beautiful baby here is going to sing a cover for you, and yall are gonna be the kind hearted supportive people I know you can be. Sounds good?” The stadium erupted again in response, Eddie grinned, and nodded his head satisfied by their enthusiasm.

“What about you honey, all good?” He covers the mic with his hand, he leaned forward a bit so he could hear her better.

“Yea, but can we turn the stage lights up please.” No seeing the crowd would help a lot, a seed of self doubt grew inside her. Before she could start to spiral about rather or not this would go awful, Eddie grabbed her by the hands.

“Hey, you got this, and even if you still get nervous, just close your eyes and pretend like it’s you and me.” Bending a bit lower to her, they touched foreheads, and the crowd went insane.

“They like me, they really like me.” Devina giggled to Eddie, squeezing her hands he pulled back and turned to the one of the production people off stage.

“Hey is there a chance we can get these lights back up?” He flashed the young woman a sweet smile, her cheeks turned a deep red as she talked into her head set.

“They’re ready when she is.” She confirmed, Eddie bowed to her in thanks, turning back to Devina, his heart pounding. She looked stunning, though she could be completely dressed down in sweatpants and a t-shirt and still look beautiful.

“I’ll be right here if you need me.” Eddie kissed her on the temple, pats her on the head, and steps back by his drummer.

“Hi everyone, um, sorry if I’m awkward Eddie is the true natural born star.” Devina chuckled dryly, one girl in the very front shouted out at her. “YOU GOT THIS QUEEN!” And then another voice, “WE LOVE YOU!”

“Oh wow, thanks guys. Uh, well the song I’ll be singing is a classic. Hope you all know Creep by Radiohead.” The crowd buzzed with excitement as the music started up, she requested that Eddie have the production team play her mixed version of the song instead of the original.

“When you were here before, Couldn't look you in the eye.” Her voice was hauntingly soft, it really added to the dark overtone of the song, Eddie was shocked. He knew his girl could sing, but this is clearly something she’s worked in before. He wondered why she never shared this with him before, maybe it’s something she’s mentioned, and maybe he forgot?

The crowd is in awe of Devina, the voices of the people become the background singers as they quietly sing along with her. The girl in the front row from earlier, seemingly in tears now, found it heart-swelling to see another Black girl being treasured like this. She took her phone out to record, though Devina had all her comments blocked on social media, the young woman wanted to share this moment with her anyway. Her hope was that Devina could see herself the way they all saw her.

Devina hadn’t noticed her eyes were wet until she was done singing, Eddie is immediately by her side again pulling her into a tight hug. The stadium came back to life, the sound of thousands of people cheering is deafening. Overwhelmed by their positive energy, she stepped back from the microphone stand, and took a moment to breathe.

“That was a stellar performance if I do say so myself baby.” He spoke in a hushed voice only they could hear, his eyes sparkled, and his lips stretched into a dazzling smile. He’s never been so proud of someone before.

“I was inspired by your confidence, Eddie freakin Munson.” Devina beamed up at him, her words were true, she thought about how carefree he looked on stage, and tried to follow his lead.

“Aw of course you look up to daddy.” He said smugly, his hand reaching for her round booty, but before he could get any further than her lower back, she grabbed onto his hand.

“Thousands watching, remember?”

“Actually I’m glad you mentioned that.” Eddie’s face suddenly got serious, turning back to the crowd he brought his fingers to his lips.

“Children, daddy is speaking now.” As if his words were made of magic, the crowd settled down, and they all looked up at him with wide eyes.

“Now, I know there are hundreds of people here already, but I hope some of you out there are recording so that the whole world can hear me.” He took a breath to gather his thoughts, Devina, and the way people treated her is not something he took lightly.

“I've been seeing all the nasty little comments some of you have been making about Devina. Let me tell you little shits something, this woman, this gorgeous woman, and my future wife. She’s not going anywhere, so if you think you can bully her online…harass her in public, well you and me got a problem. I don’t care if you stop buying tickets to my shows, I don’t care if you stop listening to my music. The sole reason I’m here in this stage today for you little pricks online to obsess over is because of her. There’s no Eddie Munson without Devina Sinclair.”

The crowd erupted when he turned to Devina and pulled her in for a big kiss, he didn’t hood back either. One hand held her against him, and the other grabbed a handful of her ass. Gently he pulled away, there was breathing heavy, and hearts hammering. Devina wrapped her arms around Eddie’s neck, she got up on her tiptoes to plant another sweet kiss on his lips.

“I love you.” She whispered, Eddie’s eyes brimming with tears, he never feels happier than when he’s with Devina. He pecks her in the forehead one last time, and addresses the crowd.

“Okay, I’m done ranting, ha, I’m starting to feel like my old man. Yall ready for one more song, or are you tired?” The crowd cheered in response, he squinted his eyes looking out into the sea of people.

“Is anybody alive out there? I said…is anybody alive out there!” He shouted, the lights went up to show the crowd, the people in the pit were the loudest ever.

“One last time give it up for my lovely Devina Sinclair!” She bowed in response to the claps and cheers, and ran off stage, back to the dressing room. She kicked off her shoes, and collapsed onto the couch. She didn’t even bother trying to fight the tiredness, Devina’s eyes slid shut, and immediately fell asleep.

Much later that night.

The feeling of something wet swiping across my face woke me, I opened my eyes to see Eddie’s face above me. A wet makeup wipe in hand, and a tiny smile on his lips.

“I figured you were too exhausted to remove the makeup so I did it for you, but I’m not sure I got everything.” He continued to swipe at my eyebrows making sure he got everything. My head is in his lap in the back seat of his car, Marcus, Eddie’s driver, is nice enough to drive slowly.

“I slept that long? Oh god you didn’t have to carry me did you?” An impending embarrassment rushing in as the thought of my poor Eddie struggling to lift me, or worse than that, him not being able to lift me at all.

“Relax babe, you were awake enough to walk on your own, but still too sleepy to be aware of it happening. When we made it to the car you passed out again.” He chuckled, I sat upright, and switched to leaning against his shoulder. Automatically, Eddie brought his arm around me, pulling me in close, and peppering kisses over my face until I giggled. My hand rested on his chest, my fingers drew circles over his bare skin, the top four buttons were left undone.

The rest of our night was quiet, we both ran a bath, and did our nightly routine together. We snuggled into bed, and passed out. I’m sure Eddie is going to want my pov of last night in the morning.

[safetycar-restart]

like i mentioned before, in the poly!piarles au you and pierre have a lot of charles' polaroids you took after a scene?

no matter if you or pierre were alone with charles, or all 3 of you were together, your trusty instax cam is always right next to you.

so let's say, you had pierre fuck charles, but pull out when he was about to cum so he could spill all over charles' little tummy. add charles' own cum to that, the tear tracks down his flushed cheeks and his hair disheveled, spread out so nicely for you, and boom. a photo that belongs in a gallery. put it in the louvre.

or when charles is giving pierre head, and pierre cums all over charles' face and his tongue. he's kneeling with his hands on the floor, between his legs, and you open his mouth to take a photo of the pretty, pretty boy with pierre's cum on his tongue.

you'd have a huge amount of those polaroids, and maybe you keep them in a box or a place where they're safe and sound.

but both you and pierre also have one of charles' nudes in your wallets.

charles didn't really know until he was shopping with you, and as you went to take your card out of your wallet, his eyes accidentally spotted one of his nudes, right in there. his eyes would immediately widen, charles standing up straight and rubbing his thighs together, a blushy mess.

after you get out of the shop to move onto the next one, you see charles' cheeks are so red, gulping while holding your hand. "what's wrong, bunny? is everything okay?" you ask, honestly worried. "y-yeah, of course. fine." and he awkwardly smiles at you. you just hum and turn around, trying to figure out what got him so flustered.

but he does it for you.

you're in the car now, on your way back home. he turns to you and starts speaking "um, mommy?" he asks, shyly. "yes bunny?"

"why do you have my nudes in your wallet?"

and you smirk. you should have seen this coming, and you don't know how you didn't notice. "no reason, i like thinking of you when you're gone." and that makes him smile! you think about your bunny all the time! just like he thinks about you all the time!

"there's a lot of those, pretty sure pierre has one in his wallet too." you say. charles giggles, cause both his mommy AND his pierre think about him all the time?

and of course, he's already on pierre's lap by the time you walk in, patiently waiting for you to join so he can get fucked just the way he likes.

- 📓

Oh my god. You’d think by now I’d be used to 📓 anon sending fucking masterpieces but somehow I’m not. This is beautiful. I’m absolutely obsessed with this oh my god.

A picture of Charles with cum on his little tummy is fucking PERFECT. That’s the picture Pierre has in his wallet by the way. Because Pierre is a possessive little fuck and seeing bunny with his cum on bunny’s tummy? Incredible. Show stopping. Spectacular.

Of course all the Polaroids are in a special box that’s actually in a safe? Because that’s how special they are. Only you and Pierre and bunny get to see them.

Also, I think you and Pierre would show each other pictures of bunny when one of you have scened with him without the other there?

Like Pierre and Charles get back from a race weekend and when Charles is asleep between the two of you, Pierre shows you the pictures he took of bunny when he fucked him over the weekend. Every time one of you scenes with Charles, the other always asks afterwards if pictures were taken because if they were… then the pictures must be looked at.

And keeping one in your wallet? Incredible. He absolutely deserves that.

Poor little bunny would lose all brain function when he looks for your card in your wallet and finds a nude. He pretty much just malfunctions in the middle of the supermarket, just staring at your wallet.

It takes him until he gets back to the car before he’s able to come up with the correct words, and even then he kinda just mumble “Mommy? Why do you have my nudes in your wallet?”

He pretty much just melts when you say that you’re always thinking of him, that you like to always be able to look at your little bunny. He’s so happy!!! You always think of him!!!

And then he finds out that Pierre has one in his wallet as well? Bunny has died. No more bunny. Bunny is now in heaven.

However, you can’t expect bunny to not also want a picture in his wallet?? His mommy and his Pierre have pictures of him in their wallet, why doesn’t he get pictures?!

Which is how you end up with a very fucked out bunny begging to use the camera to take a picture or you and well… who are you to deny him? Pierre can’t deny him either. And then your bunny has a picture of his mommy and his Pierre in his wallet.

And also, a few days later you’re at the shops and you go to get your card out of your wallet and suddenly there’s two Polaroids in your wallet? Because there’s now a picture of Pierre there too?

And you realise that your bunny thought you’d also want a picture of Pierre and so he put one in your wallet.

[wrienne]

My Cheating, Amnesic Fiancé

Chapter 20: First Breakthrough

You weren’t foolish enough to fall for it immediately. He might have just - now that he had amnesia - decided to change status message to nothing. Fortunately, KakaoTalk saved every edit to one’s profile.

You quickly checked the history of Jungkook’s profile, but found no revisions of the description box as of recent. Frowning, you went through the rest of his history. Other than an occasional semi-serious selfie, you found that a majority of his gallery consisted of pictures of different environments. Streets, cathedrals, landscapes. He had quite the eye for photography, actually.

But there had been no post-amnesic edits to his status message. And there wasn’t the slightest hint of him being in a romantic relationship. Ever.

Though you didn’t exactly take relationship statuses on social media for that big of a reference for whether a couple was happy or not - together or not - you found it odd. Jungkook didn’t--no, hadn’t seemed like the type to boast about any romantic endeavors, but Park Yi-Jae definitely struck you as that type. She wouldn’t have stood by, simply content with Jungkook not returning the gesture of airing his unavailability. She was clearly the jealous kind, hence her outrageous behavior toward you that evening by the hospital.

Oh yeah. You had almost forgotten that threat of hers.

“Woah, (Y/N). Your face is really scary right now.”

Se-Eun had since long mastered the technique of whispering softly enough that the sound of pens and paper drowned out her voice. You hadn’t learnt to mimic that, however - perhaps because of your mom - your ears had adjusted somehow so that you could hear her exceptionally well.

She glanced down at your phone, which you had kept underneath the cover of the foldable desk fastened to the back of each seat in the auditorium. “Who is it?”

You locked the phone and shook your head. “Nobody,” you mouthed truthfully.

“‘Nobody’ is making you angry?”

You smiled and nodded.

Se-Eun sighed. “You know what I meant. Whatever,” she whispered when you wouldn’t respond. “I just don’t like it when you keep secrets from me.”

You gave her a quizzical look.

“There are only two logical reasons why you would.” Se-Eun held up two fingers. “You’re either terminal and don’t want me to worry about you, which is stupid when you think about it since, if you’re dying, I’ll be just as hurt whether I know it before of after the funeral.” She folded one finger, then hesitated.

You raised your eyebrows. “And?” you mouthed.

Se-Eun averted her gaze. “You’re dealing with something so troublesome not even you can fully comprehend it. And you won’t discuss it with anyone because you have some serious superhero complex.”

You snorted, even as the truth behind her words unsettled you. “That’s not a real thing.”

“Quiet down up there.”

You swallowed hard and stiffly shifted your focus forward. Professor Hwang was gave you a stern look, which hardened into ice as he found Se-Eun. “This isn’t a coffee house. Take it outside, if you must. And feel free not to return.”

You gulped. “Sorry, professor.”

Se-Eun meekly repeated the words.

She didn’t bring it up for the rest of the day, but instead tormented you with requests to see Jungkook as per usual. By the time Jong-Yeol came to pick you up and you shut the car door behind you, it felt as if though you had stepped into an isolation cell. And you loved it.

But you really needed to find a way to tell Se-Eun about Jungkook. Or at least figure out a better lie.

The drive home was unusually long that Thursday afternoon, and you had almost fallen asleep by the time Jong-Yeol dropped you off at home. You were stifling a yawn as you unlocked and opened the front door to your parents’ apartment.

“Ayo ladies and gentlemen...”

Loud music suddenly bursted into the elevator foyer, almost knocking you over. It was vaguely familiar, but you couldn’t tell if it was because you had unwittingly listened to it while in shops or on the street or because you had actually taken the time to consciously listen to it, privately.

“Jungkook?” you yelled as you hurried inside, unzipped your boots and shrugged of your jacket. “What the heck are you doing?”

No reply. Only music.

You stormed down the hallway, heading straight toward the living room where all the noise originated. Your father had installed surround speakers into the walls in addition to a projector that could come out of the ceiling should you want to watch a movie at home, and had even taken the care to make the apartment as noise-isolating as possible. You guessed Jungkook had gotten access to the stereo system and was blasting random songs after his liking. You were just about to shout at him again when you reached the living room.

And you just stopped.

On the large widescreen of the smart-TV, Taehyung sat in a moving elevator while singing into an old telephone. It was evidently a music video, judging by the production value, and a certain twenty-year-old guy soon caught your eye. He entered the frame with a confident smirk on his face and beckoned the camera to follow him to a scene where all seven members of BTS started to dance in rhythm with the quick beat. Jungkook looked really good in his fitted police uniform and purplish hair, and moved almost in perfect synchronization with his group members, which created an impressive performance considering how fast they all moved.

However, it was the person standing in front of the TV that truly drew your attention.

He had pushed aside the coffee table, thus opening up the whole area between the smart-TV and the sofa situated opposite to it. The present Jungkook was dancing, too - or rather, he tried to. Although he had the same face and body as the young police officer on the screen, the two versions of Jungkook couldn’t have looked more different.

One could dance, the other could not.

Although logic told you Jungkook’s current inability to keep up with the song was simply another effect of his amnesia, and that he now had to imitate what he saw instead of having memorized the dance moves beforehand, you felt a bit heartbroken. Even more so as you watched him stiffly, awkwardly try to dance until the end of the song, at which point he let out a heavy sigh and sank down on one of the sofas.

“How bad was it?” asked Jungkook without looking at you. He simply stared at the replay button that had popped up on screen, his features a stony guise.

“From one to ten?” you asked teasingly, hoping you could provoke him.

“Sure.”

He hadn’t even twitched an eyebrow. You approached him and took the seat furthest away from him. “I can’t really tell,” you tried as you pulled your knees up underneath you. “I don’t know how to dance.”

“Not even a blind fool could have missed how horribly I failed,” muttered Jungkook as he pinched the neckline of his shirt and surreptitiously pulled and released it, making the motion of cooling himself down. “Just say it.”

“You’re not bad at all,” you said firmly. “Amnesia didn’t destroy any of your motoric skills - you just don’t remember any of the steps. That’s all there is to it.”

“Really?” he asked dubiously.

“Of course.” You snatched the remote control off the coffee table and pressed the replay button on screen. Jungkook and you watched as first Kim Namjoon’s face entered the screen, then Jungkook’s, a cocky smile on his lips. You paused when all seven of them were gathered and aimed the remote at his face. “That’s still you, Jungkook. You just need to remember it.”

He didn’t reply. He was fully focused on the screen.

“What did you find on your computer?” you tried instead.

Jungkook’s eyes found yours. “I didn’t have time to check it,” he admitted. “I was busy looking through my phone and… doing whatever I was doing just now.” He snorted. “KakaoTalk was... interesting, to say the least.”

“Oh,” you said eloquently. “So you must have read through all the messages?”

“No. I couldn’t bring myself to.”

You frowned. “Why not?”

“It felt wrong,” he said quietly, his gaze dropping to the floor. “Like I was snooping around someone’s personal business.”

“But--” you started.

“I know,” he interrupted. “I shouldn’t feel bad since all of it is my personal business.” He abruptly turned his whole body toward you, placed an elbow on the back of the sofa and leaned his cheek against his knuckles. He kept his broken arm in his lap. “But that girl… Park Yi-Jae. I couldn’t read any of it. I couldn’t even click on the chat room.”

You gulped, then averted your gaze. You should have gotten used to that tearing pain in your heart by now, but it still hurt more than anything as you formulated your next sentence. “But you love her, Jungkook,” you somehow managed.

“So you keep telling me.” Jungkook exhaled. “Is she that Park Yi-Jae? The idol? I think I saw her on a variety show re-run this morning with her group members.”

“Yes,” you told him. You were forced to hide your fists underneath a cushion, which you placed on top of your lap. “The two of you kept your relationship hidden from the public. Only those working close to you knew that you were together, and perhaps your parents.”

“If that’s the case,” he began, “how come you found out about it?”

“I saw the two of you backstage after your concert,” you blurted and willed the corners of your mouth to curve upwards. “It was clear to anyone that you were deeply in love.”

“She seemed very sweet on the show,” said Jungkook with a thoughtful nod. “And she could really sing.”

“ESSTAR are predicted to become the biggest girl group of this year,” you said stiffly. “They’re all really talented, it seems, and she’s both the leader and the most popular member.”

“How old is she?”

“If I remember correctly,” you said as you tapped a finger against your chin. “I think Se-Eun told me she was born in ‘96. She’s oldest in the group.”

Jungkook raised his brows. “She looks younger than you.”

You narrowed your eyes. “Are you claiming I look old?”

“Since I’m older than you, that would be stupid, wouldn’t it?”

“You are stupid,” you said pointedly. “But I understand what you meant.”

“What?”

“She’s really pretty - probably the prettiest girl I have ever seen.” You forced yourself to smile again. “You’re one lucky guy, aren’t you?”

Jungkook held your gaze for a moment too long before he replied. “What makes you say that?” he asked, all of a sudden, in a neutral tone.

“It’s obvious,” you said as you tried to sound nonchalant. “Your girlfriend is Park Yi-Jae, who is on a quick road to becoming the new major female K-pop star. You are a key member of the most popular Korean boy group in the world, at least as of now. What isn’t there to feel happy about?”

“My amnesia.”

“I’ve promised you several times now,” you told him sternly, “that I’m going to remedy that. You’ll remember your love for her and your hyungs in a matter of three months. I’ll fix you, Jungkook. Do I really have to keep repeating myself?”

“But…”

His voice trailed away, and he broke away from your eyes. You could see him struggling inwardly, as if there was something he wanted to tell you but couldn’t bring himself to. You waited quietly, even though you wanted to urge him on, since he might finally open up a bit about his issue with his parents.

Jungkook shook his head. “No, it was nothing.”

“Jungkook--”

He abruptly glanced over his shoulder, regarding the frozen image of the music video. “But seriously,” he interrupted. “How bad was I?”

You grimaced in disappointment, but was still a little glad that he had changed subject. You had lost almost all the feeling in your balled hands. “Well…” You cleared your throat. “If I’m a one, I’d say you’re… a three perhaps?”

“So you’re not only blind and a fool,” he began and turned back to face you, which made you open your mouth to protest, “but a kind-hearted one, too.”

You swallowed your retort and glanced at him in surprise, to which Jungkook responded with a weary smile. “So what did you bring home for dinner today, Miss Violent?” he went on as he ran his healthy hand through his hair. “I’m starving.”

“Don’t call me that,” you told him. Even though he was sitting at the other end of the sofa, you were starting to feel a bit too close to his body. He was warm, you knew it, and probably even warmer now that he technically had exercised. It was something you yearned for after the horrid weather and the rather cool air inside your parents’ apartment. “And I didn’t buy anything. I was thinking we could order some normal Korean food. What do you think?”

“Sounds good.”

With Jungkook in tow, you went to the kitchen and pulled forth a stack of catalogues and menus from a cabinet. You browsed through them until you found the usual place you ordered Korean food from, then discussed what the two of you would like to eat. After deciding, you grabbed your phone to call the place when you realized the battery had ran out. Probably because Se-Eun had ran out of battery on her iPhone and asked to use yours all day.

“Phone,” you demanded as you glanced at Jungkook’s pants.

“My eyes are up here,” he answered as he handed you his phone.

You blushed but tried not to acknowledge it. “Exhibitionist,” you muttered.

You had barely put in the code Taehyung had told you when Jungkook startled you by gasping out loud. Wide-eyed, you glanced up at him and watched as he clutched his forehead and eyes while stumbling back against the fridge, his balance as if lost somehow.

“Jungkook!”

You grabbed his bicep and tried to keep him from falling, but he was too heavy. Instead, you were dragged along as his back struck the refrigerator door, and you released him only as he slowly began sliding down toward the cold floor until he simply sat on it. You crouched by his side and - ignoring your promise - grabbed his face with both of your hands so that he would look at you, but he wouldn’t turn his neck no matter how much you strained.

“What the heck happened?” You tried to pry his fingers away from his eyes but they felt as if they had been nailed to his face. “Jungkook? Hey!”

His whole body language revealed how stiff and tense he was, and his mouth was set in a grim line. Without thinking, you straddled him and hoped that you would have a better shot at prying his hand away from his face with this new angle. You were terrified, your heart beating faster than it had done probably all of your life, as you tried to elicit a response - any type of response - from him.

“You’re tearing off your pretty face, idiot!” you barked as you considered punching him. He was surprisingly strong, seeing as he was able to keep his hand stuck to his face despite your best efforts. “If this is some kind of morbid joke that you’re playing on me, I’m seriously going to put broken glass shards into your food!”

“It’s not.”

Jungkook gradually lowered his hand. His brown, familiar large eyes were even larger than usual. His voice was merely a whisper.

“I think I just remembered something.”

[izndn]

Enfin

This day, about half a decade ago, I begin my day by arriving at home past midnight. There was only a picture on my phone of two bicycles in front of the place I used to live. Stranded, cold, under the bright yellow light. Fast forward to 7 in the evening, I remembered nothing during the past 18 hours before, but I am sure I had slept.

From dark midnight to the evening, I attended the opening night of the Gina Pane exhibition at a gallery. Along with strangers, nor nobody I had ever known. It intrigued me sometimes when I visited those kinds of events alone, pretending to be the art connoisseur to hunt a piece of art or a mysterious aspiring artist searching for inspiration. The truth is, I was only an amateur observer indulging myself in a transitory passage that would be memories in the upcoming times.

The cold winter night has not seemed to bother me. The day had just begun that evening. With no destination point, I marched my way to any places I had not yet seen. It was a solitary moment between bustling places, the crowds, the holiday ornaments, and the lights in the city that never sleeps.

Somehow I winded up at a bookstore. Its thin red facade with many books displayed looks quiet. Probably there were not many who visited this bookstore. I came inside, browsing through the aisle none of the books looked interesting until I was about to leave the store and saw a book in the corner, a secondhand book, a pretty cliche one, adapted into a blockbuster movie. There was this battle of thoughts, is it worth buying? I already watched the movie anyway. But never mind, I bought it as a souvenir for the sake of it, to remember I visited that bookstore. Again, it turned out to be read piles until years later.

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Each year on the same day, I have no memory of what I did, but I vividly remember that one night of wandering about, even though there was not any special event that had happened. Just like any other day, I attend many other exhibitions or visit bookstores. Despite that one solitary night, wrapped in a thick coat with freezing hands in my pocket, I kept walking by myself without thinking of anything that may happen later, tomorrow, let alone in upcoming years.

Was I ever thinking all those ordinary days I went through one day might come to an end? That I could only reminisce through recollected memory.

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As the year is approaching an end, so does the long despair. On each desperate day, you seemed to take the long route way with no destination point. The noise of people's opinions doesn’t matter. In the bustling city that never sleeps, keep going around, wandering about.

Enfin, there is a long-awaited moment for things to either come as an ending or a new beginning.

Enfin; soulagement au moment où une (longue) attente se trouve satisfaite.

In other words, at last.

[landoncrris]

liar - mason mount x reader

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summary: based on this

warnings: english is not my first language; 18+ minors dni. cocky!mason, dom!mason, sub!reader, dirty talk, oral (m receiving), praise kink, unprotected sex, choking

word count: 2.7k

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“Oh my God,” you gasped and turned to your best friend, drowning out the sounds of a movie playing in the background. The scene that was currently playing reminding you of something you two had experienced a few years ago.

“What?”,Mason eyed you curiously, afraid you’d come up with another one of your stupid ideas — taking some of the dog food Mason’s sister had left at his, for example, and making a stupid bet with him where the loser had to eat it. “Remember the first time Dec got drunk and fell into a pond?”

“And was covered in duck shit afterwards?”

“Yes, exactly!” you exclaimed joyfully as he too recalled the memory, making you both laugh, “I think I even still have the pictures of what he looked like afterwards.”

“No way!” you gasped, excited at the thought of seeing the pictures of the young Dec, completely pissed and with white and grey stains on his clothes, “Where’s your phone?” you asked, looking around.

“Over there,” he said, making you follow his finger pointing before you jumped up from the couch to grab his phone from the kitchen counter, running back excitedly like a child and dropping back onto his couch. “Have fun searching for it, I’ll make dinner in the meantime.”

“Giving me full access to your gallery? Bold.” you answered, unlocking his phone as he got up from the couch and went into the kitchen to search the fridge and cupboards for something to cook from.

“I have nothing to hide, love. Oh, and my mom sent me the photo a few weeks ago, so you don’t have to scroll so far.”

“Alright.” you mumbled, considering just going to his mum’s chat, but that somehow felt even more private than looking at every photo on his phone, so you decided against it. You currently scrolled back about two weeks until your thumb stopped you, scrolling back to make sure you just saw that correctly.

“Um, I don’t think I was supposed to see that,” you laughed oddly as you came across one of his nudes. Curious what you were talking about, Mason walked around the kitchen island back to the couch, stood behind you and bent down to see what picture you had come across. “ Oh well, you’ve seen me naked several times anyway.”

“Are you kidding me?” you asked dumbfounded, making him stop his movements of going back to the kitchen, a line forming between his eyebrows as he didn’t understand where you were going with this, “Mase, why the fuck would you photoshop your dick?”

“What?”

“Honestly, what poor girl did you send this to?”, now he was the one looking dumbfounded at your accusation, “It’s not photoshopped, Y/N.” he laughed and hopped back onto the couch next to you as his food was just becoming uninteresting.

“Sure. Go on and feed your ego with lies.”

“I’m not lying.”

“Mason. Like you just said, I saw your dick and it definitely wasn’t that big,” you said, referring to the many times you changed in front of each other or you happened to go into the bathroom a few times while he was showering. He just smirked at your comment at first, because you just revealed that you were staring at it, otherwise you wouldn’t have been able to see it’s size properly. But Mason would be lying if he said he didn’t enjoy seeing you naked too, because no one in their right mind wouldn’t enjoy the way your body looks — not even as your best friend.

“You do know that it can grow when it gets hard tho, right?”

“Obviously, I’m not stupid. But never that much.” his smirk widened even more at your words, which gave him a perfect opportunity, even if it was quite dangerous to say such a thing, but he was willing to take the risk.

“How about I prove it to you?” he murmured, taking the phone from your hand and placing it on the coffee table before turning back to you, this time with his head dangerously close to yours, causing you to feel his breath fan your cheeks.

“Are you asking me to have sex with you?” you gulped, feeling dizzy because he was so close to you, and you never thought you’d ever get into a situation like this with your best friend. But you really couldn’t complain, as you couldn’t help but find him attractive, from his looks to his character, just everything about him was capable of making anyone’s knees weak.

“Well that’s up to you, I just need to get hard to show you, but I don’t think you’ll want to stop once we get there.” he said with an extreme cockiness in his voice, and your own cocky remark left your mind as he got even closer, but never close enough for your lips to touch.

“Then prove it” at this, Mason was immediately pressing his lips to yours. Your hands settled on his neck as he repositioned you, so you were now straddling him. You let out a whimper as his tongue poked against your lip and eventually slid over yours, whereupon you let him completely dominate the kiss. Mason’s hands wandered down your hips until they settled on your ass, squeezing the flesh beneath his fingers as he guided your hips down so that you could grind against his clothed dick.

“Now, you want to stop here?” he asked against your lips as he pressed you further against him, and you felt him getting harder against your core by the second, the sensation setting your skin on fire. “No.” you breathed heavily, and the grin on his face only widened as he hummed in satisfaction.

“That’s what i thought.” he replied, pulling back when you tried to kiss him again, attacking your neck instead with kisses and bites that made you whimper into the air. His hands, however, stopped directing your movements and instead settled on your hips, the hard grip on them wouldn’t let you move. Not when you tried to grind your hips against his crotch again, nor when you tried to squirm free to get up from his lap.

“Mason,” you whined, but he didn’t say anything at first, instead taking your shirt in his hand, looking you in the eye and silently asking you for permission to take it off, which you gave him with a nod. Once your shirt was gone, he didn’t waste another second to take your nipples into his mouth — since you weren’t wearing a bra — swirling his tongue around them as his teeth lightly grazed the skin. But the fact of him not letting you move made you whine loudly again, which finally got his attention.

“What do you want, Y/N?” he asked, but got no answer from you except the whimpering you gave, which only fueled his ego. “You have to tell me what you want or you won’t get it,” you groaned, as his ego was big enough already, you didn’t need to add to it. But the way his mouth moved on your tits and his thumbs moved under your panties to caress the skin of your abdomen was enough to make you fold.

“I want your dick in my mouth, Mason.” the words left you quickly, his lips leaving your skin as he looked at you with eyes completely darkened and still a smirk plastered on his face.

“Why don’t just say that right away, love.” he replied, hands leaving your body as he stretched them out on the back of the couch instead and gave you a look that said, “Go on,” at which you got up from his lap. But before you got down on your knees, you took off your leggings, his eyes scanning your body clad only in your panties, and the intensity of his gaze made you almost fall to your knees in one swift movement.

When you got down, your fingers hooked under the waistband of his sweatpants and you considered for a moment leaving him in his boxers to tease him a little, but you were too eager to waste any more time, so you took them both off at once. You gulped as his dick sprang up, your gaze shifting back and forth between it and his face, your mouth watering at the sight of Mason taking himself in his hand, which made him look even bigger.

“Not so much to say now about me being a liar, huh?”

“Shut up,” you muttered, pulling his sweatpants and boxers completely off before approaching his crotch, where his hand left himself, leaving some leaked pre-cum at its tip that screamed for you to lick it up. But instead you smeared it down with your thumb as you wrapped your hand around him, making him groan as your thumb ran along his slit. You spat on the tip to use it as lube so you could jerk him off more gently, making him moan softly and his hand move to the back of your head, playing with strands of your hair. But you wanted to make him wait a little longer, so while your hand jerked him off, you kissed his inner thigh, but always stopped before you got too far up, which he didn’t like at all.

“Stop teasing me, Y/N.” he said through clenched teeth as he pulled you back slightly with his grip on your hair, causing you to whimper, “or we won’t go any further. And I’m sure you’d like my cock to stretch you out, wouldn’t you?” he asked as his hand left your hair and moved to your chin instead, where he made you fix your gaze on him. Your nod made him let out a breathy laugh and his hand moved to the back of your head again, pulling you closer to him until his tip touched your lips, making him hum.



“Now be a good girl for me, Y/N.” Your tongue came out to lick teasingly over his tip once before you spat on it again to create more lube for your hand as you took the tip into your mouth, your tongue circling it before you sucked on it and pulled off again. Your gaze met his as you licked a line from the base to the tip, smirking at the shaky breath he expelled. Then you finally took him into your mouth, slowly taking him in further, but stopping halfway through and jerking off what wasn’t in your mouth. But when his tip lightly grazed the back of your throat, he couldn’t help pushing his hips up and pushing your head all the way down, making you gag.

“Fuck— There we go.” he moaned, holding your head down like that for a few seconds before letting you pull off again, catching your breath as you continued to jerk him off. His eyes never left yours, enjoying the sight of you on your knees for him wearing only your knickers. You let your hand go of him as you put your lips back around him and started bobbing your head, taking him further down your throat with each bob until your nose finally touched his pubic bone, making him moan repeatedly as he felt your throat contract around him. Your tongue stroked the underside of his cock as you moved, your fingers digging into the skin of his thigh each time you took him all the way in. And as you began to hollow your cheeks and suck, he moaned your name loudly and used his grip on your hair to pull you away as he felt himself already approaching his climax.

He didn’t give you a second to catch your breath before he lifted you up and pinned you down onto the couch as he hovered over you, his hand moving to your throat where he applied pressure with his fingers, making you whimper as your hips wriggled beneath him. He took his hand away for a moment to get rid of his shirt, which covered his perfectly toned abs, but his hand was back around your neck in a matter of seconds.

“Want me to fuck you, love?” he asked, and his cockiness usually got on your nerves, but today you couldn’t help but be aroused by it. You croaked out a desperate “Yes” as he pushed your underwear aside and his tip made contact with your wet pussy.

“I know you do.” he groaned, and the sight of him letting spit drip down his lips onto his tip made you whimper, which quickly turned into a moan as he pushed into you to the brim, giving you no time to adjust to his size. “Fuck, Mason, you’re so big.” you moaned, your head rolling back and your back arching at the feel of him thrusting into you.

“Am i now?” His thrusts started to become faster, making you already seeing stars, as your hands were scratching over his back, which was sure to leave marks. His hand left your throat, making the moans come out more frequent and louder, and it instead moved down to your tits and massaged the skin, making you clench around his length.

“God, squeezing me so tight, Y/N.” he groaned, lowering his head against your shoulder as he watched himself thrust in and out of you, his cock glistening in your wetness and making him moan. His hand moved further down, pressing on your lower belly to make you feel even tighter around him.

“Oh my— Fuck,” Mason moaned loudly as he felt himself moving inside you, his thrusts slowing down getting harder, which made you whimper, “Can feel myself all the way inside of you, baby. Filling you so good, don’t I?”

“So good Mase.” you agreed, running your hand through his hair and pulling at the strands, hissing as he bit into your shoulder lightly. He lifted his head again, the hand that was on your stomach came to your mouth, thumb parting your lips, at which you wrapped your lips around it, coating it with your spit just like he wanted, “Good girl.”

His hand went back to pressing on your stomach as his thumb made its way under your underwear and he began to circle your clit as his thrusts quickened again, bringing you both closer to your climax. “I want you to cum inside me, Mase.” the words made him thrust extra hard, a whimper leaving his lips.

“You sure?” he asked, to which you nodded, clawing harder into his hair as you felt the familiar knot in your stomach, crying out profanities and Mason’s name repeatedly as the movements of his thumb and hips made your head spin. “Please, ‘m so close.”

“Me too, baby,” he moaned, searching your eyes, but they were squeezed shut in pleasure and he could feel you clenching around him again and again, making it hard for him to hold back any longer. The movements of his thumb became faster as he tried to bring you to your high, while only your moans as well as the sound of skin slapping could be heard in the room.

“Mase, ‘m gonna—” words were punctuated by a loud moan as you felt the knot threaten to burst, and a particularly good thrust of his hips finally sent you over the edge, tears spilling from your eyes at the intensity of your orgasm. Mason fucked you through your high before he too came inside you, coating your walls with his cum as he moaned your name.

“Guess that poor girl I sent it to was lucky after all, huh?” he said after a few moments, referring to what you had said earlier, which elicited a breathy laugh from you, whereupon you lightly punched him in the shoulder while muttering a “fuck off.”

“Well but now that we’ve done that once, we definitely have to do it again.” you said, making him lift his head from where it was laying on your shoulder again and he sent you another cocky smile,

“Agreed.”

[bambinella]

Special person? Special gift!

A/N: It’s been 84 years... and I finally managed to get out of writing block! Don’t know how much I’ll be writing, but hey, at least I can say I’ve returned! Have some fluff y’all!

Summary: it’s almost Natasha’s birthday, and Kate is determined to give her the best gift ever

Warnings: none, except fluff and tickles

Word count: 2986

Kate was currently sitting on the giant couch in the Avenger’s common room, lost in thoughts as she chewed her lower lip. Natasha’s birthday was approaching fast, yet she couldn’t think of any gift she deemed ‘worthy’ for her friend. The widow was special to her, so she deserved a special gift. After what seemed like hours Kate stood up and made her way towards her own room, figuring merely sitting on the couch wouldn’t help, as an idea suddenly struck her. The archer turned on her heels and ran in the opposite direction, making her way towards Natasha’s room.

After making sure the assassin was not present in the building, Kate took a deep breath and knocked on the door. After a few heartbeats she heard footsteps approaching, and moments later Yelena opened the door, unable to hide her surprised expression as she looked up at her friend. She clearly had not expected Kate to drop by.

“Kate? Natasha’s not here, she went out for a run about an hour ago,” Yelena said, raising an eyebrow at the archer.

“I know, I’m not here for Natasha, I’m here for you,” Kate quickly said, scanning the hallway for Natasha’s possible return. “Can I come in? I need your advice,” She added.

Yelena blinked several times, both eyebrows raised in surprise once more before stepping aside, allowing Kate to quickly dart inside. The blonde closed the door and turned to her friend, both eyebrows still raised.

“You’re here for me and you need my advice?” She repeated, crossing her arms in front of her chest. “And you came here knowing Natasha isn’t here? Alright, spill up. What did you do?” Yelena asked, for a moment sounding like a mother about to scold her child.

“I didn’t do anything! It’s just… it’s almost Natasha’s birthday and I’m clueless on what to give her!” Kate whisper-yelled, causing Yelena to blink yet again. Of all the things she had expected Kate to say, this wasn’t one of them. Not many people knew Natasha’s birthday, and if they did, not many were actively trying to get her a present. A smile tugged at Yelena’s lips as she looked at the archer, feeling pride instead of jealousy.

“You’re her sister, you know her best!” Kate continued rambling, desperate to get some ideas from her friend. Yelena looked at her for a long second, nodding as she agreed.

“Well… my sister is pretty easy when it comes to gifts, because she’ll love anything you give her,” The blonde started, tilting her head to the side. “But if you truly want to blow her off her socks, then don’t buy anything. The best gifts are the ones you can’t buy,” Yelena said with another nod, rather proud of her advice.

It was now Kate’s turn to blink, looking like a confused puppy as she thought about that. A gift you can’t buy. Huh. She didn’t even think about that option. But what did it mean?

She was pulled out of her train of thoughts by the sound of a picture being taken, looking up to see Yelena grinning at her while putting away her phone. 

“I’m sorry, I couldn’t help it,” She chuckled, obviously not sorry at all. “You had the dumbest and funniest expression, and I HAD to add it to my gallery,”

“Oh come on, that’s so-” Kate started, before going wide eyed. “Wait, that's it! That’s perfect! Thank you Yelena!” She said, leaving the room just as fast as she had entered, leaving Yelena to be the confused one this time.

For the next few days, Kate was creeping around the compound, trying to somehow sneak up on Natasha. Yelena had given her the perfect idea by taking a picture while she wasn’t looking, and it was exactly what she planned to do to the Widow Sisters. She wanted to give Natasha an album full of pictures of her and Yelena, and some pictures of the three of them. However, to get the best results, she wanted Natasha to be unaware of the picture being taken. A hard task indeed.

At first it was easy. She simply had to sit across from the two sisters - who were almost always cuddled up - and take a picture when Natasha was looking away. Yelena, of course, noticed right away, yet decided to keep quiet as she figured it was for the birthday gift. Kate was very grateful for that.

However, as time went by, the best spy in the world started to notice Kate’s different behavior, since she never sat next to Natasha anymore. The redhead knew something was up, yet she couldn’t put her finger on it. She also knew nothing was wrong, since Kate remained her cheerful self, with no signs of hidden sadness. So, she decided to brush it off. Until one certain afternoon.

Kate once again sat at the other end of the couch, facing Natasha and Yelena as they watched a movie. There was a comfortable silence, until said silence was interrupted by the sound of a picture being taken. Kate mentally cursed as she realized the sound was still on, looking up at her friends. Both Natasha and Yelena had looked up in the direction of the sound, noticing the phone in Kate’s hand.

“Did you just take a picture of me?” Natasha questioned, narrowing her eyes at the archer. Kate gulped and shook her head.

“No…? No I did not, I definitely did not,” She lied. Her lying was still horrible, Yelena realized, as she let out a sigh. 

“Kate…” Natasha said sternly yet playfully, slowly untangling herself from her sister as she turned her full attention to the brunette.

“I did not!” Kate cried out, noticing the smirk on Natasha’s face. She was in big trouble, she realized, while trying to back further into the couch. She knew from experience that running away was futile, yet staying put was even more dangerous. This was bad.

“Give me your phone.” Natasha said, standing up from the couch while holding out her hand towards Kate, who quickly shook her head.

“No!” She said, quickly putting the phone into her front pocket, keeping her hand inside to guard it. She wouldn’t give her that phone under any circumstances. She couldn’t!

“You do realize…,” Natasha said, now looming over Kate with a mischievous smirk. “That if you don’t give me your phone, I’ll be forced to use extreme and effective measures, right? You know that, right?” She added with a teasing grin.

If Kate could sink any further into the couch, she would be inside of it by now. However, she still refused to give her phone to Natasha, so merely shook her head in stubbornness. Natasha let out a sigh and shook her head as well, putting her hands on her hips.

“Can’t say I didn’t warn you, kid,” The assassin said, before pouncing on the young archer. Kate knew what was going to happen, yet that didn’t make it any easier. She tried to curl in on herself while keeping her left hand in her pocket, letting out a cry of laughter as Natasha started tickling her sides.

“NOOoohohohohohoho! Natashahahaha staahahahahahap thahahahat!” Loud giggles immediately filled the room as Kate squirmed on the couch, using her free hand to push at the redhead’s shoulder.

“You can easily end this, Kate,” Natasha smirked, scribbling her nails up and down the poor girl’s sides and ribs. “Just give me the phone,”

The brunette was drowning in her own giggles, her eyes closed and her nose curled up, yet her hand remained in her pocket. Natasha playfully ‘tsked’ and decided to step up her game, moving her hands up to scratch into Kate’s underarms. Kate’s eyes flew wide open as she let out a shriek of laughter, immediately slamming her arms to her sides.

“NOHOHO! NATAHAAHASHA NOHOHHOHOHO! OHOHHO NOHOHOHOHO!” She howled, weakly pushing against the redhead’s arms as she attempted to curl in on her side.

“You know you want to get that hand out of your pocket~,” Natasha teased in a sing-song voice, speeding up the tickles under her left arm while moving her other hand to her stomach, clawing at the center of it.

“PLEHEHEHEASE! I CAHAHAN’T TEEHEHHELL YOHOHOHOU!” Kate pleaded, arching her back while placing her own hand on her stomach in an attempt to protect it. She had no chance at all. 

Yelena watched the scene in front of her with a wide grin, not planning on interfering in the first place. However, when she heard Kate plead for mercy - Natasha was clawing at her stomach with both hands - she realized that the archer needed help, or the birthday gift would be ruined. So, with a sigh, she crawled forward towards her sister and hooked her hands underneath her arms. Natasha, who had been too focused on tickling Kate to pieces, let out an out-of-character squeal of laughter and slammed her arms to her sides, ceasing her tickle attack on Kate.

“Alright sestra, you’re actually killing her,” Yelena chuckled, wiggling her fingers under Natasha’s arms while pulling her backwards. The older widow started giggling loudly at the tickles, no matter how hard she tried to stop it, while struggling to escape. Kate tried to catch her breath, still giggling from the tickle attack as she watched the sisters wrestle around on the couch. It took Natasha a good five seconds to get out of Yelena’s hold, and another second to pin her younger sister to the couch.

“Ohoho you’ve done it now,” Natasha chuckled, an evil grin spreading on her face as she looked down at Yelena. 

“Ah fuck,” The blonde giggled, shooting a glare at Kate. “Well what are you waiting for, you idiot?!” She yelled, yet there was no venom behind it. The brunette gulped and nodded, finally understanding what Yelena had done.

Natasha braced herself for tickles from behind, yet was surprised to hear heavy footsteps run out of the common room. Yelena had sacrificed herself so Kate could escape? Something weird was going on here.

“I’ll get you Kate! I’m not done with you yet!” Natasha playfully threatened, before turning back to the trapped blonde. “But first, I’ll have to deal with you,” She added with a smirk, winking at her baby sister. Kate could hear Yelena’s loud laughter in the distance as she quickly ran to her own room for safety.

The brunette had decided not to take more pictures of Natasha, now that she was on high alert. It would be a huge risk, and she heavily doubted that Yelena would jump in the fire a second time for her. It had taken several days to prepare the gift, since she had to do it sneakily, yet Kate was finally done, and she was very proud. And now, all she had to do was wait.

When the 3rd of December finally arrived, Kate was literally bouncing on her feet out of eagerness. She really wanted to give her gift to Natasha, yet she also wanted to give Yelena the opportunity to be the first one to celebrate with her sister. So, Kate decided to look for Natasha in the early afternoon, unable to wait any longer. She found the assassin in the common room, surprised to see that she was alone. It was the perfect opportunity, however. Natasha looked up as she noticed Kate approaching, her eyes full of love as she smiled at her friend. 

“Happy Birthday Natasha!” Kate cried out, almost jumping onto the couch to hug the redhead. Natasha couldn’t help but laugh at her excitement, wrapping an arm around Kate’s back as she gently rocked her from side to side.

“Thank you sweetheart,” She said, looking genuinely happy as she looked up at the young girl, releasing her from the hug. Kate thought her heart was going to explode with love then and there.

“I got you a gift!” The brunette said, sitting down next to her as she held out the wrapped gift. Natasha playfully rolled her eyes and accepted it, shaking her head at the archer.

“Sweetie, you didn’t have to give me anything. The fact that you remembered my birthday is already enough for me,” She said, yet Kate quickly shook her head. She was having none of that, and now she was even more determined to give Natasha more gifts from now on. 

“If you don’t open it right now, I’m giving you two gifts next year,” Kate declared, waggling her eyebrows playfully. Natasha rolled her eyes again, yet didn’t waste another minute as she started tearing at the wrapping paper. Kate was almost bouncing on the couch, nervous to see her friend’s reaction. She was pretty sure Natasha would like it, but she was still nervous.

When Natasha read the words ‘For the best friend in the world’ on the front of the book, she immediately went quiet. She opened the book to look at the pages, and couldn’t suppress a rather emotional gasp. Inside the book there were dozens of pictures of Natasha and Yelena from every possible angle, cuddled up together. And most importantly, Natasha was smiling on all of them. There was a heavy silence in the room as Natasha slowly flipped through all the pages, looking at every single picture. As she got to the last page, the redhead let out another gasp, one of her hands covering her mouth. It was covered with pictures of Yelena and Natasha as children - Yelena had been so kind as to give her some copies from ‘Mama Melina’s’ original book - and in the center of it there was a single picture of Yelena, Natasha and Kate, the words ‘you are loved’ written underneath it. Kate looked at her friend, now slightly worried as Natasha didn’t take her eyes off the page for a good minute, not even blinking.

“So… do you like it?” She asked, making Natasha finally look up from the book. Teary eyed, she put the book aside and pulled Kate into the biggest hug she had ever received. Natasha buried her face into Kate’s neck, unable to hold back her sobs and her emotions any longer. Kate returned the embrace, rubbing one hand over her friend’s back in a soothing motion. While she had expected Natasha to get emotional, she had not foreseen this outburst. After about a minute or two the redhead pulled back, cupping Kate’s cheeks with both hands.

“That is one of the best, if not the best, gifts I’ve ever received,” She said with a sniffle, a smile appearing on her face. “Thank you so much.” Kate let out a relieved sigh and leaned into the touch, an even wider smile appearing on her face.

“You’re special, Tasha, so you deserve special gifts. I just wanted to show you that you ARE loved, no matter what you think… and now, if you ever have a bad day, you can use this as a reminder,” The brunette said, grabbing hold of one of Natasha’s hands to place a gentle kiss on her fingers. “You’re one of my best friends, and I’m here for you when you need me, whenever you need me,” She promised.

Natasha was at a loss for words and simply nodded with a smile, pulling Kate close to her once more to cuddle, to which the brunette easily complied. The two of them sat together in a comfortable silence, Kate’s back resting against Natasha’s front, while the assassin played with her friend's hair to calm down from her emotions. Both of them were simply enjoying each other’s presence as Natasha placed her chin on Kate’s shoulder.

“I’m impressed you thought of such a creative gift in the first place,” She complimented after a while, lightly scratching at the base of Kate’s neck to get those sweet giggles she loved. 

“What can I say, I’m a genius,” The brunette giggled, trying hard not to pull away from the nails on her neck. “It was hard though, taking pictures while you weren’t looking,” She added with a smirk.

“So that’s why you were sneaking up on me,” Natasha chuckled, gently poking her cheek with one finger. “I knew you were acting weird. You little stalker,” She teased with a wink.

“I’m not!” Kate protested with a huff, now folding her arms in front of her. “I just needed to take pictures when you weren’t looking!” She added. Natasha suddenly raised a brow, a smirk forming on her face.

“Oh right… that reminds me,” She started, wrapping her arms around Kate’s shoulders to trap her in a hug. “Didn’t I say I’d get you for not giving your phone to me? I think I’ll do that now. Plus I still need to properly thank you,” She smirked. Kate’s eyes widened as she looked over her shoulder, immediately recognizing the look on her friend’s face.

“Wait, Natasha nO-”

Kate was cut off by a choked giggle as Natasha pressed a ticklish kiss against her sensitive neck. The redhead smirked, placing kiss after kiss on Kate’s neck, mumbling ‘thank you’ after each kiss to make the skin tingle. Kate shrieked and started giggling hysterically in no time, shaking her head side to side to try and escape from the teasing touches.

“Natasha pleeehehehehehehehease!! Thahahahahat tihihihickles!!” The poor archer cried out as she squirmed in the hug, unable to pull free. She now really regretted wearing her hair in a ponytail, since it exposed all of her neck. Natasha, of course, ignored her pleas for mercy and kept playfully tormenting the young girl. When Kate was reduced to nothing more than a giggling, blushing mess in her arms, the assassin finally let up with a chuckle, placing one last kiss on the top of her head.

“Thank you,” She said, truly meaning it from the bottom of her heart. Kate let out the last few giggles, leaning back into the hug with a content sigh.

“Happy birthday Tasha~”

[astaroth1357]

Hello I really love your writing. I’m glad that you decided to open requests for a bit. I have a personal headcanon that the boys are a lot nicer to MC then they are to everyone else. Could you do a headcanon of the boys being out with MC and they are talking with MC happily. Then a lesser demon sees them with MC and says that the seven brothers have gone weak and they aren’t scared of them anymore. Thank you again!!! 😖 (Also the way you write Levi is great)

Aww thank you!! Levi's kind of my favorite character (if that hasn't become painfully obvious) so I try to write him well, you know? This one was a little hard for me to write because I just have a hard time imagining Asmo and Beel as something intimidating to the masses, but I tried my best! I hope you like it!

Lesser Demons Think the Brothers have "Gone Soft…"

Lucifer

If anybody had something to lose by acting sweet on a lowly human, it was Lucifer. His entire image was built on the back of power and intimidation, so really who didn't see this coming?

He knew there were whispers… Mostly in the RAD hallways. Students would see him with the MC and gossip amongst themselves… 

"Did you see them together again in the courtyard?"

"How did some random human even score a pact with him??"

"And I used to seriously look up to him, too…"

He'd always silence their chitchat with a well placed glare, but this was a symptom of something more… troubling. A decay of his social image if you will.

Perhaps it speaks to how well and truly enamored he was with the MC that this proud creature didn't just dump them the second he started looking bad, but still… a part of him really couldn't stand for this...

So maybe it was a blessing in disguise when he finally got an excuse to establish his superiority yet again!

He and the MC were walking the halls of RAD after school hours and they had just made an amusing joke at the expense of of his brothers. Unfortunately, Lucifer collided into a lesser demon student while he was laughing…

On most occasions, he would have expected someone of such station to pay him deference then offer an apology - they had just ran into Lucifer after all - but the student just scoffed at him!

Lesser Demon: "Oi! Watch where you're going, Lucifer! Or were you too busy sucking up to that human to notice?"

This… was maybe not the best response to have (if the "Oh shit" look on the MC's face was any indication) but for as annoyed as Lucifer was, he was also somewhat delighted.

Finally, he had the perfect messenger for just how cruel he could still be!

Lucifer: "MC, feel free to go home without me for now and tell my brothers to save my dinner for later…" *starts pulling out his favorite rope with a cold, but pleased, smile on his face* "I have a feeling I'll be home late tonight..."

The MC left him and his unfortunate victim to their fate and Lucifer later came home in the night with his uniform in a bad need of cleaning...

A new body decorated the RAD entrance hall the next morning - swinging from the ceiling and making an awful mess on the floor - but still alive enough give a very important message to the rest of the students:

"Lucifer hasn't changed a bit…"

Mammon

So, not even lesser demons see Mammon as some kind of high-ranking badass… 

Just to be clear, he is, but it’s hard for him to come off that way when he's begging for his next Grimm... Then enter MC into the picture and he somehow lost even MORE cred.

"There goes poor Mammon… Did you hear he got tricked into a pact?"

"Just look at him nipping at the human's heels! How pathetic is that??"

"Well that's Mammon for you… What a shit excuse for a demon."

Like Lucifer, Mammon wasn’t immune to the whispers, but unlike his brother he was able to push them mostly out of his mind. People look down on him? Yeah, what else is new?

To be honest, he didn’t really feel the need to prove anything to a bunch of lesser demon losers… But insulting his MC takes things a step too far.

He and the MC were out at the Devil's Coast, "enjoying" some of the haunted house attractions and generally having a good time…ish. 

Any time they managed to make it out of one, the MC would have to peel Mammon off their back and hold him to assure him they were back to safety (a process he seemed to like enough to repeat the horror that precedes it).

It was during one of these calm down sessions that the two were accosted by a couple of snickering lesser demons, clearly looking for a fight…

Lesser Demon 1: "Hey look! There's the 'Great' Mammon and his little master!"

Lesser Demon 2: "Guess the master fits the demon… Of course someone like Mammon couldn't even score a pact with Solomon and gets stuck with the weakling!"

Lesser Demon 1: "Well how's the babysitting going, Mams? I bet you can't wait for them to kill over, can ya?"

Lesser Demon 2: "Careful! With his luck, they'll probably get eaten by the end of next week! Haha!!"

Now… an important thing to know about Mammon is that you can fling all the mud and stones you'd like at him… but never at his MC. That's just asking for a bruising...

Mammon: *smiling like usual, but his eyes are practically burning with rage...* "Yo, MC… I'm gettin' a little hungry. Can ya go find us a snack over there? I'll meet ya in a bit…"

MC: "Mammon, are you-?"

Mammon: "Don’t worry 'bout me, babe." *takes his glasses off and flashes a fanged grin* "This is'a piece of cake."

And indeed, it wasn't difficult at all. No matter how fast those demons ran, they could never out speed Mammon and he was looking to give more than a warning…

The MC didn't know what he did while they were waiting in line, but they heard the sounds of pleading go silent before Mammon turned back up with a nice bruise on his cheek. Oh, how they fretted and dotted on him…

Meanwhile, the haunted houses just earned themselves a couple new mannequins!… when rigor sets in anyway.

Leviathan 

Levi has a… mixed reputation in the Devildom to start with. People who only know him for his titles usually expect him to be some kind of sea-hardened badass. Those who meet him are… well let's say less than impressed.

This isn't anything new to Levi. It does take a blow to his confidence sometimes but even still most people aren't dumb enough to say something to his face… most people.

Unfortunately, "most people" have been getting bolder after seeing him with MC - because Demon Lord forbid Leviathan actually look happy for a change…

He and the MC were out and about for once. There was a raffle for exclusive merch at Anidaemon and he brought them along to boost his chances. They were grinning and chatting about anime but well…

The human couldn’t hear this, but he could - sensitive demon ears and all that. There were a couple guys who were tailing him… heckling him just loud enough that he was CERTAIN they knew he could hear them...

Lesser Demon 1: "Is that seriously Leviathan hanging out with a human? Isn’t he an Admiral??"

Lesser Demon 2: "Ha! The whole family's turned into simps, are you that surprised?"

Lesser Demon 1: "Wonder what the human's giving them that's got them all brainwashed…"

Lesser Demon 2: "Well... I've got an idea." 😏

If there were ever a reason for bile to fill his throat, it was now. He might be a shut-in, but those guys were the real creeps…

To be honest, Levi isn't one for public confrontation. Even with how gross and disrespectful those demons were being, he would have let it slide if they had just left it at that… but no…

He and the MC were browsing the ani-music racks in the store when those idiots popped up again. They hovered a while until they MC suddenly left his side to go find a store clerk.

When he saw the other demons move their direction, he naturally put himself between them and the would-be harassers. It was a little telling that despite his ticked off expression, the demons just laughed in his face!

Lesser Demon 2: "Hey look, the puppy's come out to protect its owner! How cute!"

Lesser Demon 1: "I can't believe you're that predictable, Levi… Do you really think we'd be scared of you?"

Well. That settled it.

When the MC came back, they found that Levi had moved from the music racks to the merch tables near the bathrooms. They didn't think anything of it… but...

One body was paralyzed by his venom and stuffed head first in a toilet while the other getting strangled by his tail just underneath the tablecloth… Meanwhile, Levi was cheerfully rambling about the raffle like nothing was happening at all.

Maybe they should have been a little more scared of the shut-in...

Satan

This may actually be a case where the rumors have a point… The MC has made Satan "soft."

Well, if "soft" means actually in control of himself, anyway. 

Satan would probably call their effect on him both a blessing and a curse. Though he loved finally having a handle on his inner rage, it flew in the face of a lot of his public image… and people were starting to notice….

"Do you think there's something off about Satan…?"

"I saw the human step on his toes earlier and he didn't even flinch…! The old Satan would have torn them apart!!"

"He's gotten way too nice all of sudden… Wrath shouldn't be nice."

Was it a little frustrating? Certainly. Especially for someone as image conscious as him. But for as calm as he was now, Satan wasn’t any less cruel and he'd be more than happy to remind others of that fact….

His chance came when he and the MC were together having just left the local art gallery. The two were exchanging a healthy dialogue about a curious sculpture they saw on display when a latte suddenly went soaring through the air and ended up all over Satan's sweater… The culprit was plain to see, being the only other demon on the road that night.

Whether the act was intentional or not, the correct course of action would have been to apologize immediately and beg for mercy forgiveness… but all the demon did was laugh in his face…

Maybe he thought that since Satan had mellowed out and his human was right beside him that he'd be lenient… Oh no. Not gonna happen.

Satan's fist slammed into the guy's mouth with the force of a jetliner and knocked him over two benches before his back bent over a lamppost… To say it was a KO move would be an understatement.

He probably could have done a whole lot worse to the guy while he was down, but you know… the MC being there and "self-control" and what not…

The demon survived (barely) and only had to spend a few months in the hospital, if anything he got off light.

Not a soul would gloss over Satan's temper again and really he preferred it that way.

Asmodeus 

Well, to be fair not a lot of people thought that Asmo was tough to start with… but that's also his intention.

"Scary" is the opposite of "cute" and he prefers to be "cute" at all times! 😊

Buuut that doesn’t mean this scorpion is without a stinger. He CAN be quite brutal when he wants to be, you just have to push him that far and trashing his looks is a good way to start.

Asmo was out with the MC getting his hair done for the week at his favorite salon. They weren't the only people there that day, obviously. There were other customers - one being a lesser demon classmate of theirs - though neither he nor the MC thought much of him at the time...

Well… It was supposed to be a prank. Probably something the guy intended to use for social media clout. While the staff was too busy to notice, he snuck by and replaced Asmo's preferred conditioner with pink hair dye…

Asmo. Was. Furious. And honestly, the dude could have gotten away with it if he hadn't been laughing and recording the whole thing!

When Asmo's ire naturally fell onto him, he hardly looked fazed!

Lesser Demon: "Ah, please! You won't do shit to me with the human still around! You don't want to look any uglier to them do ya?"

Asmo: *freezes, but still furiously eyeing every sharp instrument within arm’s reach* "MC? Darling?"

MC: "Got it..."

Perhaps the prankster should have kept his mouth shut, because suddenly the MC needed to take a looong bathroom break…

They didn't come back out until they heard the sounds of screeching and broken glass finally die down and then they stepped back into a warzone… Broken mirrors and items seemingly flung everywhere in a fit of rage! The guy (and his phone) now nowhere to be seen…

The salon comped Asmo for the botched hair job and touch up… and then billed Lucifer for the property damage (which he got an earful about later). On the bright side though, Asmo actually looks pretty great with pink hair! Silver-linings. 🙂

Beelzebub 

… The concept of Beel "going soft" is almost an oxymoron. He IS soft, but his personality was never what made him intimidating to start with.

Behind all his kindness, Beel packs more firepower than at least 4 for his siblings combined and most people remember that fact. Hell, the guy looks like he could lift a semi and he probably would if he ever tried. 

However, that doesn’t save him from being underestimated completely... Especially when an upstart or two thinks he's too nice to actually start a fight...

He and the MC were coming back from the grocery store with the usual armfuls of sacks when the MC accidentally walked into a lesser demon on the street. Since their arms were full, several items spilled out from the bags and onto the ground…

The MC was quick to apologize to the demon and try to get down to clean the mess, but the asshole just kept walking… and Beel really didn't like that.

Beel: "Hey! Aren't you going to say, 'Sorry?'"

The lesser demon hardly looked over his shoulder to respond.

Lesser Demon: "Why should I? That's your human. Take care of them yourself."

Well it didn't take long for some of Beel's bags to hit the floor so he could lift the demon up by the back of the neck properly. When he turned the guy to face him, he made sure to bring his face reeaal close so he could hear him growl...

Beel: "Apologize. Or I'll eat you."

And like that, the asshole's mood went from "Do it yourself," to "Yessir Mr. Beelzebub, sir!" right quick!

The MC didn't have to carry a single bag another step and Beel got to keep his free hand so he could link it with theirs!... all while Beel kept mushing their new pack-mule forward like a sled dog back to the House. Thanks, Beel! 😊

Belphegor 

Kind of similar to Asmo, Belphie prefers to come off as unassuming on most days. But don't let his, "I'm a harmless sleepy boy" shtick fool you. He will cut a bitch if he's so motivated...

Thankfully for the world, he's generally not motivated. But that can be changed under the right circumstances...

Belphie and the MC were on yet another date to the botanical gardens. It's a peaceful place, though the MC can never go alone because of the frankly concerning amount of flesh-eating plants… Pretty, but also deadly, you know?

The two of them were walking to another rest spot when Belphie heard whispering from a demon behind them, seemingly on his phone…

Lesser Demon: “Yeah, I can see them right now…”

Lesser Demon: “I know right? It's so lame that these guys are in charge of us… They can't even say no to a dumb human!”

Lesser Demon: “What do you mean keep my voice down? Dude, it's fine! This is Belphegor we're talking about, the hell is he going to do if he hears me?”

… Huh.

The answer to the man's question was a simple one. Flash into his demon form for just a moment and whip out his tail... It only took a quick swipe to make him trip and fall right into the foliage. The man-eating… carnivorous… hungry… foliage….

Belphie was back to normal by the time the jerk let out his first scream and the MC almost stopped to see what had happened.

MC: "What the-oh my God!! Should we help-??”

Belphie: *puts his hands on their shoulders to keep them moving, not even glancing back* “Someone else will take care of it. Let's see the roses.”

Even when the desperate cries for help became distant, it took all Belphie had to stifle a smile…

Sometimes, you've got to love irony. 🤷‍♀️😏

[miraculouscontent]

After reading that, I think it's safe to say that Miraculous Ladybug is more of a horror/psychological thriller than romance/comedy. And now I want an AU where Marinette takes the earrings off and realizes that they're messing with head

Marinette felt strange, and after getting used to the feeling of being on the Startrain, she knew it wasn't the cause. She felt lighter - less restricted - somehow, and while a part of her had expected that due to handing off the ladybug miraculous, it wasn't in the way she'd expected.

Once she was done sending Alya all the Ladybug tips, Marinette had figured they'd start talking about Adrien or what their next scheme would be once she got back, but she ended up finding the idea tiring. It was odd in the way that finding something in her room just slightly out of place would be (at least before the kwami began living there).

Everything she'd thought she might feel - anxiety over what could go wrong while she was gone, concern over how the kwami were doing in her absence, and longing for who she'd pictured as the love of her life - wasn't there. It felt completely unlike her, just as it felt unlike Alya to not reply to her messages considering how much she liked to be on her phone.

Abandoning the idea of texting Alya for now, she closed their conversation and idly started browsing her phone. Even still, the weird feeling didn't cease and her hero senses were going off.

Something was wrong, or... maybe right? It wasn't as if she was feeling anything bad, but she felt entirely different than when she was in Paris. It was hard to get a gauge on exactly how she should take it.

Marinette glanced at her parents, catching herself frowning before they could glance back. She looked at her phone, acting like nothing was wrong and idly scrolling through her various apps so as to look busy. In the process, she stumbled upon her gallery, finding her mass of Adrien images inside. It took up a majority of her pictures, and she found herself blushing in embarrassment rather than fondness.

Did she really have this many normally? How much time had she taken getting them?

She shifted uncomfortably in her seat, thrown off by just how different she felt. The reaction to seeing Adrien that she'd normally have where she'd lose all focus had virtually disappeared, and the only reason she'd missed it at all was because it gave her an absurd amount of mental clarity concerning how she'd be acting otherwise.

Clarity...

The word brought a particular face to her mind: pink lips, blue eyes, and black hair highlighted blue at the tips. Marinette ran her fingers through her own hair, ruffling it as she tried to piece out how she was feeling. All she knew was that - whatever it was - it was significant and she didn't have Tikki to vent to.

Though perhaps she wouldn’t had much to provide anyway.

A mix of trepidation and curiosity filling her. Switching away from her gallery, she went back to her conversations and pulled up her texts with Luka. Despite her confusion over whatever was happening to her at the moment, she managed a smile at Luka's contact image staring fondly at her.

After a moment of consideration, she typed out:

Hey. Sorry if you're busy. Thought we could talk?

That done, she navigated back to her gallery to look at all her Adrien pictures. She shifted in her seat again, as if it would change things or help her mind adjust to the unfamiliar sensation. It wasn't like looking at Adrien didn't make her feel anything at all, but that feeling could only be described as "normal," like the way she saw him before he'd given her that umbrella.

Before she officially became a ladybug holder who agreed to protect the people of Paris...

Her lips twitched in hesitant thought, her thumb brushing against her screen as she skimmed through the assortment of Adrien pictures. Her brain registered a feeling - or rather, lack thereof - and the foreign emotions encouraged her to act.

She tapped the garbage can icon experimentally, a notification popping up accordingly and asking her if she'd like to delete the picture. She brought the phone closer to her chest, like she felt she was doing something wrong, yet there was only a second of pause before she confirmed the decision.

She watched as Adrien disappeared, a message indicating that the picture had been trashed.

Marinette blinked at the message until it had timed out, bringing her back to the gallery. She was frozen in place, her fingers twitching against the side of the phone as she processed what she'd just done.

Then, she did it again. She tapped on another picture of Adrien, a weird mix of eagerness and interest urging her thumb along as she pressed the garbage can icon again, confirming the decision just as quickly.

Just before the image disappeared, a stray thought said aloud in her mind: black hair and blue eyes would've worked better for an outfit like that.

This time, her body finally moved, a shudder going up her spine as she took in a breath. Her eyes darted over to her parents, knowing how strange this must look to them, but they weren't watching her anyway, meaning the moment was kept firmly in her own personal bubble. It was so odd; normally, someone would've seen her acting off, or laughed and made muttering comments about it.

But nothing was happening, and she didn't know whether to question it or not.

Marinette glanced back at her phone, almost challenging herself as she started to run through the assorted Adrien pictures. She could've thrown them in the metaphorical bin all at once, but instead, she went one-by-one. She waited for something to break, either a sense of regret to settle in over the deletion or for her heart to start fawning over the face on screen, but neither happened.

She was in control, and it felt good. Really, really good.

Part of her felt like she was being ridiculous. The idea of getting some kind of emotional high out of deleting a few pictures sounded stupid, and yet she felt powerful. It was like a veil had been lifted and suddenly she had choices.

If her parents saw her visibly vibrating in her seat, she didn't hear them make mention of it.

The only thing that made her snap out of her rapid thumb movements was a text notification at the top of her screen, and only due to the flash of black, blue, and white. Her lips curved into a smile, originally being pressed together in focus, and she clicked to open her text messages with Luka.

Hey, Marinette. I'm not busy at all. What's up?

She felt warm, knowing that the guy who always made her feel comfortable and happy was on the other line. it was such a shame that they hadn't been able to work it out because of Adrien.

Marinette paused just as she went to reply, those thoughts catching up to her as she remembered that day with Luka underneath the bridge. She'd been so sure that she'd had to break up with him because of Adrien, but as she purposefully tried to recall the memory, something registered like a mental fog clearing in her mind.

Hadn't it actually been her responsibilities as Ladybug that had done it? In fact, that added up alongside all of the other memories of his akumatization; she hadn't been ditching him during their dates out of discomfort or her crush on Adrien, but because of akuma and sentimonsters.

How could she have forgotten? Or rather, how could she have remembered otherwise?

Marinette just barely managed to snap herself out of her trance, her phone having dimmed from inactivity and the sight of her furrowed brows and worried frown staring back at her from the blackened screen. She blinked rapidly, then shook her head to clear herself of the unnerving thoughts.

Lighting her phone back up, she hurriedly typed back as she realized she'd left Luka on read, trying to ignore the way her thumbs shook.

Nothing much.

She hesitated, already seeing him typing back. Guilt burrowed around in her stomach, knowing very well that it was not "nothing" but being unable to properly convey what was going on to him when she didn't even understand it herself.

She typed again, his own typing ceasing to let her add to her comment.

Actually, I've been thinking a bit lately. I'm going to be in London for a while and I'm on the train ride there right now. It's given me some time to myself and it's... weird.

I'm sorry, I know that doesn't make sense.

Even though he hadn't replied, she knew he was taking her seriously as he was typing back.

It makes sense. Background music doesn't work for everyone.

Marinette realized that her shoulders had been tense when they relaxed at his message. She pressed her lips together, feeling vaguely like she didn't deserve him and pushing down the thoughts just as quickly. He'd never approve of that kind of talk.

My head's just been a bit of a mess. Or... not a mess? Things were really foggy but I didn't realize that they were? It's like I'm thinking clearer but I don't know if I like everything that came with that.

What was the phrase? Ignorance is bliss? She had no idea where these changes were coming from, but something had indeed changed and she didn't know the significance of it. She was indeed happy that she felt so in control now over her thoughts on Adrien, but why now? What caused it, and what about her memories?

Would it go away?

Marinette shuddered at the idea, but tried to focus on her conversation with Luka. Having a crisis wasn't going to do her any good, and he was there with her, even if only through text.

I can't know what you're going through, but I think I get it.

-

You do?

-

Yeah. Do you remember my birthday, when everyone heard about my dad being Jagged Stone?

He already continued typing, so she just nodded even if he couldn't see it. She'd only been with Juleka when the reveal had happened, but she imagined it'd been just as much of a shock for her as it'd been for them. She couldn't even imagine when Luka could've learned about it.

Wait--no, she'd already known, actually, hadn't she? He'd been akumatized and had gone after Jagged, and she'd been there when he forced Jagged to tell him the truth about being his father.

Marinette winced at the filling of a gap in her memory that she hadn't realized had been there. Once again, she'd remembered something that she couldn't fathom having forgotten or misremembered, even with how spotty her memory could be under normal circumstances.

She turned towards the back of her seat and the window, trying to isolate herself so it felt like just her, her phone, and Luka. She desperately needed his texts as a distraction.

I'd wanted to know who my dad was for so long, but learning that it was my favorite musician all this time was a lot. I had to redo all the notes I’ve ever written about him, and I wasn't sure how I felt about it for a while.

He kept typing after that, and she merely stroked the side of the phone with her thumb as some form of support, even knowing that he couldn't know about it.

But I'm glad I knew in the end. He's doing his best to make up for all the lost time, and I don't have to go on never knowing what that song would've sounded like.

Their situations weren't exactly the same, but it was enough to reach her deep down. Whatever her situation was, if it really did mean something, she'd rather know it was there than go on never knowing. She hated the idea of being left in the dark, just as she hated being lied to.

As she took a calming breath, she found it in herself to type back.

I'm glad you know too. You deserve people who make you happy, Luka.

-

Thank you, Marinette. You do too, and I hope that whatever you're going through goes at least as well as it did for me.

-

Thanks.

She bit her lower lip at her reply, which felt clipped in tone even though she hadn't meant it that way. She just had too much on her mind and it was hard to think about what emotion was coming across when she was typing to him.

She tapped away at the on-screen keyboard, hopefully before he could think anything in particular about it.

Sorry.

Though she wanted to explain further, she wavered, her legs bending as she curled further in on herself. The conversation had already been so deep and she didn't want to make it worse.

But just as she debated on dismissing her feelings and insisting that he not worry about her, the memories that had been cleared up from before came back to her, reminding her of a warm hug on top of a bridge.

"When you're ready, I'll be here, Marinette."

She inhaled shakily, but steadied herself immediately afterwards, letting the warmth of the words calm her. Luka was there for her and she trusted him.

She was ready.

...I'm scared, Luka. I thought I had my clarity, but I don't. Something's wrong.

Then, almost on cue, the train screeched to a halt, jostling her out of her seat as the lights went off. The simultaneous sound of phones ringing followed soon after.

—————

Marinette held her breath, crouched down in the restroom while she listened closely for the sound of her parents' footsteps. Her throat let out a whine, but she managed to keep it silent enough to where she was sure that no one on the other side of the door would hear it. She'd have to leave eventually or risk being cornered, courtesy of the power being off and the restroom's lock being electronic, but she felt safe enough to pull out her phone.

She also set it on vibrate just in case.

There was a reasonable concern at first that Luka's texts would indicate that he'd fallen victim to the akuma, but what she found when she checked their conversation reassured her.

Marinette!

Is everything okay?

Did the akuma's power reach you? Did they call you too?

Marinette?

The panic in simple letters on a screen made her feel noticed and loved. Keeping enough of her focus on potential footsteps approaching outside the door, she typed out a reply:

Sorry. I had to run from my parents.

I'm okay. What about you?

-

You're alright. I'm so glad.

I'm okay too. I hid somewhere and I doubt anyone can find me.

-

That's good. Be careful.

-

You too.

She took another breath, certain she'd be captured soon if the akuma wasn't taken care of. The train was limited and there weren't many places to go, so unless she could find a blunt object to smash her parents' phones, she was at a loss.

Regardless, Luka was there, her phone vibrating as he added onto his previous text:

I know this isn't the time, and I hate that the akuma cut into the song we were writing, but I'm here for you, Marinette. Whatever's going on, I'll help you figure it out as long as you want me with you.

Her heart fluttered pleasantly, a pink blush even tinting her cheeks. She welcomed it, unlike the fear that'd come with the changed memories. Feeling the way she did for Luka was too natural to be afraid in any way.

Thank you, so much. You're the only one I could trust with something like this.

She meant it. She'd trusted Alya with her identity in a moment of weakness, and even passed the ladybug earrings to her, yet that somehow paled in comparison to the emotions she was choosing to share. Luka would take her seriously, she was sure, even if she came up with the craziest theory in the world for why her feelings and memories were the way they were. He wouldn't doubt her, or laugh, or dismiss her as "Marinette being Marinette."

And as she sat there, completely without a miraculous or any way to get back to Paris without help, she reached up with her free hand and tugged at her earlobe, processing what she could with the information she had as one such theory started to form in her head. The fear from before never quite went away, but the idea of figuring things out with Luka brought her a sense of comfort.

Though perhaps, when she got back to Paris, she would take back her miraculous with a sense of hesitance that she hadn't had before, and there would be some testing that followed after the fact, because there were two things she refused to give up from her experience on the train.

Her sense of freedom and choice, and the feelings for Luka that she can't believe she ever questioned.

Or, if her working theory was correct, that her miraculous had her question.

[astralflower-writes]

heart like yours

☾ pairing: mark sloan x female! reader

☾ genre: angst

☾ warnings: season 9 spoilers; death

☾ read the prequel here

☾ check out the grey's anatomy masterlist here

☾ a/n: i moved accounts so im posting it again here

you and your colleagues were sitting and waiting on the conference room for a week now. waiting for a call that the team of doctors who were going to fly to boise are finally found.

countless thoughts were running in your head. are they all fine?

you were trying to hold off surgeries that you can, thinking that in every second you can get stuck inside an OR the rescue team would call.

"y/n. you need to rest. we'll page you right away if there's something." webber said who was sitting right beside you.

"i'm fine dr. webber, i slept on an on-call room earlier." you explained, leaning back on the chair.

"but, you need to take care of yourself and the baby–" callie spoke. "callie, i–we're fine. our priority now is our people who's stuck somewhere." with that they dropped and the room went back in silence.

"are you sure? i can be subbed out so i can come with you." he asked you as you helped him prepare.

"i want to see my kid."

"i promise i'll send a picture. with a video, right away." sending him off with a kiss.

"y/n!"

"y/n!"

"wha-what?" you were brought back to reality when callie started to shake your shoulders.

"they found them. they finally found them..." hugging each other, owen instructed that the both of you should wait at the hospital and prepare for them coming.

you prayed that they were found unscathed.

the wait for the owen's update was killing you. still sitting and waiting inside the conference room, callie suddenly came in, phone in her hand.

"y/n..."

"no...callie i–"

"mark's... mark isn't in a good condition right now. a-and hunt's trying to bring them all here."

"arizona? is she fine?" the both of you now have tears coming out. "she–her leg has a pretty bad infection."

silence filled the room again.

"can't we fly there to see them now?" trying to compose yourself with all the information you learned about your people.

after a few days of waiting, you finally saw them again.

you never left mark's side. even when he needed surgery, you watched him from the gallery.

it's been a week and you were never seen outside, besides sitting down on mark's bed side. you couldn't let him out of your sight. you kept thinking that even if you take one step out of his room, you'd loose him.

it wasn't until a few days later that derek somehow convinced you to go home and rest up and told you how would mark act if he saw you like that especially when you're now carrying his child. getting sleep on your bed was great but it feels so big when you're the only one laying.

"god. mark please come back." hugging his pillow before dozing off.

you were woken up by the endless knocking on your door. still clad in your pajamas, you opened to see jackson, catching his breath.

"it-it's mark."

"n-no..." you started to get frantic, tears running down your cheeks.

"no y/n! he's awake."

the both of you rushed back to the hospital. praying that his recovery would be speedy. so the both of you could spend your lives the way you used to.

"there's my y/n! where you've been?" he spoke the minute he saw you. you ran to his side, still crying. "i'd really hate you if you left me alone, mark."

you spent the whole day by his side, talking endlessly about how he's going to decorate the nursery and how sofia would grow up close to her sibling.

but of course you can't hold off your patients for too long. "you can go, babe. i won't go anywhere." convincing you to do your work and by the time you get back, he's still pretty much alive and smiling.

"and baby, if you can sneak in some tacos they sell across the street, it would be perfect." mark said winking at you as you took one more glance at him. making your way through the halls and making an intern get the tacos mark asked for.

you were getting those glances. the ‘we are sorry about what happened to your husband’ kind of glances. then you overheard some of the staff nurses saying that it's only ‘the surge.’ that it's the last bit of energy mark has on his body. you shrugged it off, trying not to think about what words were traveling around. even callie told you about it and supported you that this is the start of mark's road to his recovery.

unfortunately, you got caught up to an emergency surgery and you let the intern bring mark his tacos because he does not like it cold.

when you were done with your surgery, derek and meredith was waiting for you by the scrub sinks.

"y/n, mark he--we had to intubate him and he's now in a coma."

"he w-was fine before i left. h-how can he be in a coma derek?"

"mer?"

"y/n, they did everything that they could but–"

"no. he isn't gone. he-he'll be back." sobbing in meredith's arm.

richard told you about mark's wishes. 30 days. he wanted to be let go after 30 days. you wanted to change that, but he indicated, no one can change his wishes. even you.

breathe deep, breathe clear

know that I'm here, know that I'm here

waiting

spent most of your days looking at mark. looking for any signs of consciousness.

"hey. just got off from my doctor's appointment." taking out a picture of the ultrasound.

"we're having a little boy..."

"i'd really like it if he and sofia would grow up with you." breaking down on his side.

i'll see you soon, i'll see you soon

two weeks had passed. there are still no signs of improvement.

"this is getting too hard to watch." alex said watching you with mark. he and meredith were about to get you out, but bailey stopped them. "that woman is grieving. let her be. as long as she still takes care of herself, we'll let her be."

you only step out of his room when you need a change of clothes or when callie's going to sit with him.

days passed by, it's the thirtieth day. dreading the day. you can't bear to see them remove mark from the ventilators and machines.

the time was getting closer and closer, you were nowhere to be seen.

"y/n's coming right?" jackson whispered to bailey.

"should we send someone to find her?" replying to jackson.

it was almost time and still, you were nowhere to be found. richard said that you'll be back when you're ready.

so here you are, at the rooftop of your apartment where you could perfectly see the hospital. you were preparing for this day and you were still not ready to let him go. you checked the time, knowing that by this time they already removed him from the machines.

waiting for a few minutes for a call that mark miraculously had woken up and but the only update you got is nothing.

"let's go see daddy one more time?" rubbing your small bump and making your way back to the hospital.

you've reached where mark was. stepping inside, derek gave his seat to you.

you sat with him and callie, just waiting.

"c-could i be alone with him for a minute?" derek and callie agreed and left the room.

grasping mark's hand and leaning into it, memorizing every lines on his face, hoping he wouldn't fade from your memories.

"hey...remember that time we went out to check out the new coffee shop my friend started?"

"well, we were in a band in highschool and we used to write our own songs. so, i-we made this song for you..."

"i imagined this singing to you in our living room and with my guitar though..."

How could a heart like yours ever love a heart like mine?

How could I live before?

How could I have been so blind?

You opened up my eyes

You opened up my eyes

holding his hands tighter and taking a seat on his bed, you started singing for him, only him.

Hold fast hope

All your love is all I've ever known

How could a heart like yours ever love a heart like mine?

How could I live before?

How could I have been so blind?

You opened up my eyes

You opened up my eyes

ending your song, you still have that bit of hope that he'll open his eyes.

"god. i love you so much mark… a-and i promise that'll i'll... i'll make sure our son will grow up to know you and love you."

standing up by his side, you kissed his forehead. whispering to his ears. "it's okay... i'm going to be fine. you can go now, mark."

[queenshelby]

My Friend’s Father (Part Six)

Pairing: Cillian Murphy x Reader

Warning: Age Gap, Mild Sexual References

Words: 1,937

Notes:

I have decided to make this into a series.

Alright, no judgment. This was a dream of mine and I felt like I had to write it down. Everyone in this Fic is over the age of 18 and this Fic is in no way based on Cillian’s real family life. It’s pure filth.

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The Afternoon Before (Cillian’s POV)

Before the opening, Denise had the opportunity to show both of her parents the art which she had created.

Neither of them had seen the photographs before and were rather excited to see what all the fuss was about.

‘Alight, alright…here they are’ Denise said with excitement and, whilst her mother smiled and told her how beautiful they were, Cillian gulped harshly in surprise.

‘Dad, do you not like them?’ Denise asked as he stood there, chin dropped and speechless.

‘They are amazing’ he confirmed although he wished that he had some warning beforehand when it came to the content of the pictures.

Cillian wasn’t sure whether he should look at the pictures in detail or whether he should try and look away. Seeing you like this was difficult and his manhood soon began to stir as his eyes gazed over your perfectly shaped breasts and your messy hair.

The Opening Night

You stood in front of the large mirror in your bedroom at your parent’s house just outside Galway and tried hard to clip your hair up which had always been a struggle.

Somehow, you managed and the tucked-up hair allowed you to show off your exposed shoulders and back.

The black dress you had chosen for the gallery opening was made out of stretchy fabric. It was simple but yet elegant and left the entirety of your back exposed while a rim of fabric ran across your neck.

You were lucky that your breasts were small as there was no way you could wear a bra with your dress and you certainly didn’t need to.

The dress was flattering around your hips and finished just below your knees.

‘You look nice’ Connor said as he picked you up from your house and, fortunately for you, your father wasn’t home in order to make a scene about your revealing outfit. Your parents were strictly catholic and wouldn’t have approved, nor did they approve of Connor who, in their opinion, was way too old for you.

‘I look nice, do I?’ you chuckled, having hoped for him to choose a different word perhaps, such as ‘beautiful’ or ‘stunning’.

‘Yes, very nice…let’s go, huh?’ he then said and you nodded, following him to the car.

The drive to the gallery took only 15 minutes and, after Connor had handed his car keys to the valet, you walked inside the building where, almost immediately, you spotted Denise and both of her parents.

‘Oh wow, you look amazing’ you said to Denise before giving her a big hug. As usual, her clothes were colourful and unique.

‘So do you in your sexy black dress…Connor, isn’t she stunning?’ Denise winked, before saying hello to him also.

‘Yeah, she looks nice’ Connor then said, causing Cillian, who was standing behind Connor, to cock an eyebrow. You noticed him looking at you with burning eyes, clearly having noticed the fact that you weren’t wearing a bra.

‘Hey Y/N’ he then said, before giving you a friendly hug as well before you greeted Denise’s mother the same way.

Breathing in Cillian’s scent took your breath away and you immediately forgot about Connor by your side until Denise took it upon herself to introduce Cillian and her mother to Connor as well.

Just as you got talking, the others arrived and it was Amalie who stole the show, wearing the shortest dress she could have possibly found.

You couldn’t help but notice that Connor was staring at her and it was obvious to you that he would have liked it if you wore something more revealing like her.

‘Can’t walk in heels Y/N?’ Amalie then asked sarcastically and you shook your head, wearing nice but flat sandals with your dress.

‘I never saw the point of high heels. They are rather impractical, don’t you think?’ you asked, but Amalie ignored your question and immediately began to hit on Cillian instead which was rather amusing to watch.

***

After the initial chat, you allowed Denise and her parents to talk to some of the other artists and guests and disappeared into the crowd with Connor, trying to hunt down the photographs Denise had taken and which you had not yet seen.

‘You didn’t tell me you knew Cillian Murphy’ Connor said somewhat surprised and you told him that he was just Denise’s father so you didn’t think to mention it. Of course, you would never have wanted Connor to know that you had, in fact, slept with Cillian.

‘Whoah…and you also didn’t tell me that you look like this beneath all your clothes’ Connor then said all of a sudden, interrupting you mid-sentence, as he glanced over to where the photographs of you were displayed.

‘Well, if you had bothered to take off my clothes first before we had sex then you would have known’ you winked as you grabbed one of the glasses of champaign from the bar.

‘We were short of time but, perhaps, I can make it up to you tonight’ Connor then winked and you couldn’t help but roll your eyes, thinking back at this one night a week or so go which was the first and last time you had sex.

‘Apparently you were short for time, yes’ you said teasingly, reminding him that, after ten minutes of missionary, he realised that the football was on and left you high and dry and certainly dissatisfied.

‘Tonight, you can show me what’s under this dress and I will worship this body of yours’ Connor said and his comment made you chuckle.

‘We will see’ you smirked and, just as you did, Cillian walked past the two of you and smiled.

You hoped that he didn’t hear any of this but, then again, if he did, you hoped that it made him at least a little bit jealous.

‘So, what do you think?’ you then suddenly heard Denise ask from behind and, because you were so busy starring at her father, you didn’t realise that she was there.

‘These pictures are amazing Denise’ you said as you were extremely happy with the result.

‘That’s what dad said too actually’ she then said, causing you to blush.

***

As the evening went by and Connor had one glass of wine after another and making several inappropriate and rather controlling remarks, you knew it was time to leave but, Denise didn’t want you to go just yet and, in the end, you told Connor to take a taxi home and that you would see him in the morning.

Luckily for you, he agreed and you were beyond embarrassed by his behaviour as he was trying to dictate what you could do and what you couldn’t as the night went on.

‘He is…uhm…interesting Y/N’ Denise’s mother then said before continuing on and asking you whether you don’t think that he’s a bit too old for you.

‘Oh, I see, you spoke to my parents’ you chuckled as you watched Cillian sip on his glass of wine while cocking an eyebrow.

‘I am just saying, I can see their concerns’ she went on to say, causing Denise to roll her eyes and it was at this point when Cillian interrupted his ex-wife.

‘That’s enough. I think she’s old enough to make her own decisions’ Cillian said and it wasn’t until, some point later when you followed Cillian down one of the hallways to get your coats from the cloak that you had some privacy and Cillian voiced his concerns.

***

‘Be careful alright’ he said after he told you that he was concerned that Connor acted in a controlling way and that he didn’t like the way he was speaking to you.

‘This is not how I meant it Y/N. I am just trying to look out for you’ he said and you couldn’t help but laugh, which is when he pulled you around the corner of the hallway, worried about someone listening to your conversation.

‘Listen, I don’t need you to tell m what to do. I am not your child’ you huffed out somewhat irritated by his comments and you weren’t sure whether it was his concerns that bothered you or the fact that he never contacted you again.

‘Look out for me? That’s funny. It really is’ you chuckled before asking him why he had never contacted you after your visit to Dublin.

‘Why would I have contacted you? I made it pretty clear that, what happened between us, was a mistake. It can’t happen again’ Cillian huffed out and, just as he did, you shook your head in disbelieve.

‘Alright, that’s fine…but stay out of my private life then, please. I don’t need this kind of lecture about who I should be with and who I shouldn’t be with from you’ you said angrily.

‘Common Y/N, you can’t tell me that you actually have feelings for a guy like this. You are more sensible than that’ Cillian said with frustration.

‘I think neither of us have been acting sensibly lately Cillian, wouldn’t you agree?’ you asked, raising your eyebrows.

‘That’s not the same Y/N. Like you said, it was just sex between us. But with him, it’s more than that isn’t it? You are dating him, are you not?’ Cillian then asked sternly.

‘Oh my god, are you jealous?’ you asked angrily.

‘I am not fucking jealous. Why would I be jealous?’ Cillian then asked annoyed.

‘How the fuck do I know. I don’t know how the hell your brain works. After all, you made the same mistake twice. Once, I can understand, but twice?’ you asked with fury.

‘And so did you’ Cillian blurted out.

‘Uhm, yeah, but I didn’t say it was a mistake, you did. For me, it wasn’t’ you huffed out.

‘Fuck, this isn’t going anywhere, is it?’ Cillian then conceded angrily and you shook your head.

‘No, it’s not, just leave me alone, okay?’ you then huffed out angrily and, just as you did, you could feel Cillian’s hands on your hips and your back pressed against the wall behind you near the stairway.

There was an awkward silence between you as you stared into each other’s eyes and, just after Cillian looked over to both sides to ensure that you were alone, he pressed his lips onto yours firmly.

You parted your lips slightly, allowing his tongue to invade your mouth as you gave into this kiss. Your hands were soon tangled in the top of his hair while his hands were caressing your face.

But then, all of a sudden, you pulled away and shook your head.

‘No…no I am not letting you do this again’ you huffed out before walking off.

Whilst you wanted him badly, you didn’t want him to walk away from you again, saying it was a mistake.

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Hello! ♥ Can I request headcanons or oneshot (whichever is easier) about how the twst boys react when they discover that MC is a girl, because they thought MC was a pretty boy, someone like Epel, when an unexpected rain happens during flying class and they can see the silhouette of the breasts or the vibrantly colored bra under the wet T-shirt 👀

At some point they all go : “My expectations for you were low , but holy f ”

Riddle Rosehearts

Class 2 E had to take Riddle who crashed the ground from the 20 meter height to the nurse office afterwards

His pe grades were already horrifying and with those two tips of something he saw under your wet clothes , it isn't really strange to end up in bed

Thankfully he doesn't end up with a broken leg , but that seemed way better than having this broken sanity now : (y/n) is a girl...?

He gets red but not of any anger , instead embarrassment . He has been treating you too casually good lord , he is never the same with girls

Riddle doesn't talk to you for a few days because he now realizes how lame your relationship may seem ; many things he should have done , many things he shouldn't have done

Would things still be the same ? Well it has to be he , thought . After all you didn't ever hide anything or lie about your gender , it was his misunderstanding

Well now , maybe he wants to treat you a bit... softer ?

Trey Clover

He isn't terrified by the gender , he is terrified by the way he saw it : Wet clothes , squishy big things under your shirt with a visible color...

He sweats at even saying it by word he wasn't ; he wasn't expecting that at all

He tries to hide his blush but that doesn't really work ; everyone knows that Trey isn't one to blush easily

He decides that it's better to skip the class now ( His eyes need some fresh air) . Just a few hours away , and he seems to be already used to it

He has to admit that it's somehow creepy to see the guy who you always liked having around is actually a girl , but he decides to pretend that he already knew it

Male or female , you're the same to him . The lovely and adorable (y/n) you always were

But still , this got him thinking...does he need to treat you like a girl sometimes ? Stuff that just girls do , say or like ?

Cater Diamond

He... notices the big deal when he's taking a rainy day selfie with you . He is making sure that you both look good but suddenly his eyes lay at the sight of your chest through his phone...

His eyes grow wider and he doesn't notice when he presses the button : The sound of his phone's flash almost made him drop it

You ask if he's alright but Cater just gives you a nervous laugh and say that the phone just slipped for a second . He neither shows you the pic you just took nor agrees on taking a second one when you ask him to

He leaves in pretext of picking his umbrella up but instead , runs to a corner where you couldn't see him : He brings that selfie from his gallery and zooms on your chest . He wants to make sure of what he just saw

Which one's worse ? The neon pink bra under your T-shirt or the... clearly visible tip of your nipple under it ? Damn you are laying your breasts on his hand in the pic...

He quickly saves it though his private albums . On the second thought , he sends all pictures he had from you to that folder as well

Well , he'll get used to it right? Perhaps he can now flirt more comfortably with you knowing that you're actually a girl . The only important thing for him is too make sure that no one ever finds out about photos he has on that private folder ; the one he keeps specifically for you

Deuce Spade

"E-eh??" Remember what happened with Eliza ? This is the second version of it . Even during his rage days ( Wild yellow hair and random fights with others) he lacked the ability to even say hi to a girl . And here he is now spending all those days together without knowing that you were a girl !??

His whole personality almost cracks for a second . All those dirty stuff other first years had shared about girls flashes before his eyes . He wasn't damn prepared -

He couldn't be any more thankful that you couldn't see the horrifying scenes and sounds through his mind at the moment- He just leaves before you could even see him blush

Ace doesn't stop teasing him though , late at the night inside Heartslabyul's , Ace is walking on his nerves asking him to tell what's wrong . Ace isn't the only curious one ; soon all his classmates too keep asking Deuce to say what is bothering him

Deuce has decided to keep his mouth shut until he comes over this fact on his own , and he's strong on it . There's no way that he'd let anyone recognize his anxiety with women

He knows his friends better than this and doesn't want to be dared to steal your underwear or poke your breasts in another round of truth or dare

Let's just...hope that things will soon get better for him or , perhaps you can be his chance to overcome his lack of skills with women ?

Ace Trappola

"Holy sh-" He then gets fired from the pe class for his impolite usage of words- ( School rules , right ?) Not that he cares though

Comparing to Deuce , he's a lot better and more experienced especially because he has been in a relationship before... which is both good and bad

The last time he got this close to any girls before you was with his ex-girlfriend ; and to be honest even that relationship didn't brought them as close as you two are now . The thought of going through similar things with a new one even though he no longer thinks about his ex ... that kinda hurts

Maybe he would've died to tell Deuce what he found out if old memories didn't haunt him . He isn't an awkward realizing your gender like Deuce is , but he can tell that it's kinda hard for him to deal with it . Mostly because of how close and dear you are to him now...

He finally realizes that he doesn't deserve carrying the shame and anxiety on his own and tells Deuce ; well at least calming Deuce down will make him pay least attention to his own problems

Leona Kingscholar

He almost chokes- He was standing in the corner without a single drop of water on his hair while you got too wet as if you took a shower with your clothes on

He is teasing you likr always again until he realizes a second color under your white clothes ... no . please don't be

He prefers to imagine that you're a guy having the kink of wearing feminine underwear . He isn't ready to accept that you're a girl and he still denies it after seeing the vibrantly visible bra with his own two eyes

God...he teased you , kicked you , laughted you off and literally stepped on you ; that's what he usually likes to treat others so..? But not a lady , never . He is raised better this to end up neglecting a lady's great level and worth

Now considering how he's been teasing you so far , what did you think of him..? Do you consider him an asshole who has no respect for women due to how he treated you ??

He is really stressed out and doesn't know what to do , he just takes off his own jacket and quickly comes to you , wrapping it around your wet body and hair and taking you to a warmer place . He keeps asking if you're alright ? Didn't you catch a cold ? Do you need a doctor ?

Leona doesn't know if your fascinated gaze means a yes or no , and it isn't going to help

He isn't going to explain himself right now , maybe give it some time ?

The only reason he treated you this casually was because he was comfortable with you and it was all...a way of showing admiration ?

Maybe it gets better when he explains himself

Ruggie Bucchi

His mouth drops open when he realizes the bra as you two were drying yourselves after the rain . (y/n) is a she...!?

He doubts , he would doubt it again if he even takes a closer look . Suddenly his body feels warmer and his cheeks get red . No way...

Ruggie barely talked to any girls other than his own family and even skipped conversations when girls were brought up , he isn't mentally prepared for it !

But now he is changing with you at the same room ?? Wait wait wait- He might act like a brat but he isn't a jerk

He leaves because he's sure that you need some privacy ; all though he still refuses to believe that you're a girl...

You never ever mentioned your gender in front of him and he never asked , but did anyone else know it except him ? He just wouldn't dare to ask

Well girl or not , he doesn't stop teasing you in general ; but also learns not to go too far since it's still hard for you to be wrapped in an all boy school...you need more support

Jack Howl

He doesn't mind going blind after seeing those nipples under your wet T-shirt . He first thought that they were a bit too big for a boy but...he soon realized that they weren't even for a boy-

He had to take a small look between your legs because he couldn't resist- he had to make sure . And NO ! He didn't see what he wished to see there

He still can't make sure ?? Those things usually proved someone being a girl but still , there is no way to make sure unless he asks you ; but how can he ? No way , he'll just melt down

He doesn't mention anything in front of you but tries indirectly bringing the issue of your gender up with Ace and Deuce : Didn't (y/n) tell you two about her schedule today?

" Her...?"

Well great , now Ace and Deuce have joined him on the ‘terrified of your gender’ army . The only way to make sure is either asking you or... stealing something that could prove it . Someone has to get inside your room but which one of them now...?

Azul Ashengrotto

He is vibing with the pleasant rain as it made today's pe sessions a bit better for him . He asks you to join him

He just takes his glasses off for a second to dry them and- BANG

The color of your bra was too visible that he could even see it without his glasses on

He immediately puts them on and takes a better look , well great now he can clearly see your breasts closely . How bad he wished that he went blind for a second...

You don't get why Azul seems to be studying your chest so you ask if something's wrong?

Azul is pulled out of his thoughts and embarrassment takes him over because you realized what he was staring at : Pathetic

Azul excuses himself telling you that he has to take his pills before he returns to his Octopus form and disappears

How dumb he could be not to realize it till now... Beside that - Why the hell didn't those two tall sticks ( a.k.a Floyd and Jade) realize it either !?

God God God...he keeps swallowing his eyes at the thought...

How can he get over the fact that he was being with a girl all this time...?

Floyd Leech

Well of course he is shocked , Shrimpy was supposed to be a guy but he actually is a little girl ? Meh , what a disappointment

Well , body is body to him so he isn't really shocked or freaked out to see , well , those things under your shirt

He might not be that fascinated , but still has doubts . While you two are taking a walk back to Ramshackle dorm , he just doesn't stop staring at your chest and doesn't mind you noticing him either

To be honest , he now seems to be liking it . You were just a kiddo he always enjoyed teasing but now that you're a girl...? How different would things be ? And would the way he treated you make you possibly... have those girlish feelings for him ? Sounds fun

While saying goodbye at your door he stops for a second to say something . You don't quite get what he asked but he knows better himself : " Random question but- are those seriously soft to squeeze ?"

Jade Leech

Just as Floyd , he doesn't mind you being a girl . He actually appreciates you even more now. Night Raven College isn't a place for weak people and still , to think that a small human girl like you could last this long here... Farewell , human beings can be really interesting he can tell

He gently offers you his coat and escorts you to a warmer place , telling you to change into something dry before you catch a cold

Well the first day is nothing different or weird , but the upcoming days prove how creepy he can be...

He doesn't mind popping up out of nowhere to tell you to choose underwears with a less noticable color at school and it just makes you melt ; not just because it's embarrassing to be told so but also because it proved that Jade is watching you

He does do some research on surface females to get to know the differences between what he expected you to be and what you really are better ; not that he has a complaint though

Jamil Viper

He exactly knows what he just saw there and - He can't help but to feel ashamed . For once he leaves without taking Kalim with him , he just forgot him a the moment

He now feels... angry . You never ever shared your gender but it's not like he ever expected you to be a girl . He feels lied to ; you didn't ever tell the truth but didn't lie either ; that bugs him even more because he doesn't know if he's mad at you or not

Well he now knows when someone you thought you know ends up being something totally different ; like the way Kalim saw who he really is...well that's really annoying to think of

Jamil ignores you for a few days until you come to ask why he's avoiding you . He insists that it's nothing all though it's obvious that it is-

Alright , a few days until he cools down . He wants to keep the distance till then

Knowing your gender often makes him feel ashamed of how casually he's been treating you . Well a lot of things are different when it's an all boy school , right ?

He doesn't know if he should act cooler with you from now or pretend that he never saw anything , he needs time to make up his mind

Kalim al Asim

He was giving you a towel to dry yourself when he recognized your clothes . He was actually thinking of bringing you some dry ones when he saw what he wished he didn't saw- Aaah why would you wear such a recognizable bra : " (y/n)..??"

He quickly pulls back and apologizes ; not that you know what he is apologizing for

He returns to Jamil and tells him to leave , he just can't face you right now

There at Scarabia , Kalim tells Jamil everything since he really needs to share some feelings . He asks Jamil if he knew about this and he certainly didn't

Kalim now keeps wondering... how hard might it be for you ? A girl sorrounded by all guys out there , do you feel safe ?

He now has decided to look after you more than he already did , he just doesn't want you feeling any sad or lonely because of your current situation

He always hated loneliness and that's why he needed Jamil around , now it's your turn to have Kalim around so you'll never be alone

Vil Schoenheit

Vil is well familiar with all beauty materials - including feminine underwear - so he quickly realizes both the unusual size of your chest and the vibrantly colored bra under your clothes . He wishes he hadn't

Bearing the fact that he was having a girl beside him all this time is already hard enough , but what makes it worse is what a terrible female he thinks you are now

You seriously do need a start over ! You are no girl if you're this ignorant toward your appearance even as it makes you look like a guy

He spends all night thinking of what he now should do with you . He does know how to manage guys but girls ? That won't be called something he had much experience on

He isn't feeling as comfortable as before with you yet , he decides to give you some lessons to at least pull you out of your non feminine self

He doesn't mind telling you that you have to do a lot more for yourself as you are a girl ; and he says it as if he knew it all this time

He isn't going to turn you into a princess , it's safer for you to remain something between male and female as you are stuck between all these untrustworthy guys , but it doesn't hold him back from giving you some chance to see your female self. He brings you wigs and puts on your makeup , telling you that you sometimes need to show up like this

He still needs some time to feel as comfortable as he used to with you , but spending time with you trying to have a start over is actually helping him to like you even more than he used to

Rook Hunt

Well congrats , for so long no one had ever succeeded to shock Rook like you did ! That's an improvement . He always makes sure not miss a single detail about those he has his eyes on ; yet he failed to even recognize your gender correctly until now

A bit of fascination won't hurt , right ? After all having a boy like Epel beside him makes it really confusing to specify male and female sometimes

To be honest , he now finds you pretty fragile and helpless : Bunny between the beasts

If a hunter like him didn't know it so far , then probably no one else knew it either . So that's his little secret now

This place's a considerably dangerous zone for a lady to step on , and Rook isn't planning on exposing you like this . He isn't a monster after all...

But having Rook of all people knowing your secret is already enough of torture , isn't it ?

Epel Felmier

I-I thought we were the same...???

This can't be true , this shouldn't be ! Please don't be , please , please , please

Epel looked up to you bot only as a reliable and strong friend but also as someone who goes through similar appearance problems as Epel himself did

You made him feel better that he wasn't the only one having problems with looking too similar to girls ; seems like he was wrong

Epel wasn't ever comfortable with getting close to girls , along becoming a friend of them . He even kept you closer than his other friends since the too of you could relate a lot he thought ; now what should he do ?

He is too embarrassed to even look into your eyes now , he even skips classes you two share and in summary , does anything to avoid you for a while

That is said that girls and boys can never be just friends and... that's frustrating

Now , could the two of you ever be as close as you used to be again?

Idia Shroud

Which is worse , realizing that he's been spending all his time with a girl over the past few months or seeing her wet breasts during the class ?Man , that looked just like those anime hentais one would find online...

Beside that , having your gender exposed makes him feel a bit unsafe about his relationship with you ; if even a simple thing such as gender could be different from what he was expecting you , then what greater differences would your reality have from the (y/n) you were into his eyes ?

Idia hardly ever gets to fully trust anyone and now he isn't sure if he could trust you anymore . Well yes gender might be no big deal compared to the fearful thoughts he is having at mind ; but it's enough to send him into his safe zone and stay away from you

His face turns red and hot whenever he thinks of that scene even when he's all alone in his bedroom , God he wasn't prepared-

Ortho finally forces him to tell what's bothering him and when he confesses , Ortho gets really excited . He keeps telling Idia that as a friend , he has to stay by your side specially because you may feel lonely being a girl all on your own . He reminds Idia of the fact that this is what friends do

He now feels sorry for abandoning you like a coward , but he has to admit that it's a bit hard for him to return the old friendship you two had . Well maybe just texting you instead of face to face interaction would be better ?

Malleus Draconia

uh..? A girl...? Child of man caught in an unknown world and... That's a female . You keep fascinating him over and over ever since he met you , it's just another surprise he can tell

He kinda loses all his focus during the pe class after he accidentally notices the unusual knobs popping under your T-shirt ; are you wearing something wrapped around your...chest ?

He first thinks that it may just be somewhat of a brand new clothing trend to wear feminine-like stuff ; but remembering how you never clearly stated your gender , he now understands how wrong he was

He thought that he had you under his watch pretty well , but he even failed to realize your gender correctly ; perhaps he should learn to do it better

Malleus isn't about to treat you any differently just because you ended up being a girl , all though he has to agree that it was a bit shocking . But in general , nothing about your relationship really seems to be gender related

You don't know his name and he didn't know your gender until now ; is this how karma works ? Well that'd be a bit unfair , gender was rather worthless compared to the fear his real identity might bring you

The only thing that may change now is him being more protective over you ; not that he underestimates you but rather because there's no way for you to be totally comfortable in a school filled with rebellious guys . He wants to make sure that his currently favorite human being won't get in much trouble because of that...

Lilia Vanrouge

Eh ? Through out his hundred-year life this would be the most shameful thing he got to face . You might think that he found it to be a disgrace to his long lasting life which is filled with honor and pride ; but in that case you may like to get to know the old man better

He doesn't like being thought of as a pervert ; but it doesn't mean that he didn't enjoy himself either. Naked figures or seductive girls aren't something he gets overly excited about , same goes for you . Well accidents like this can happen everyday , right ? But this one had something rather fun along with it :

From the direct yet neutral gaze he gave your chest , you immediately realized what he was looking at and you pulled back . Lilia didn't expect you to notice it so quickly , but the embarrassed face you gave him afterwards , that was priceless

He giggles softly at the thought , a shy and cute little girl . He isn't really a fan of boys that are overly cute or childish , but when it comes to little girls , that's another story

You had already caught his eyes by being the only human being caught in this school on your own . Well , to see how feeble and shy you sometimes could be , that reminded him of Silver

Now now , what should he do ? Playing the role of a small girl's parents or something ? Doesn't sound that bad

Sebek Zigvolt

Gasp

He's about to lose his mind - he feels like he has saw you totally naked or lurked into your privacy , he feels awful

He runs to another corner to cool down from what he saw - Damn- That scene doesn't get away from his eyes for a second

Well then , take deep breathes , it's cool , it's fine - it's gonna be fine

Sebek wouldn't dare talking to you for sometime after that . His cheeks get warmer whenever he sees you around , making him change his direction to avoid you

When you finally get him to talk to you , he breaks off- He starts apologizing . He swears not to ever peek on your body again and that he won't say a word from what he saw

You probably don't know what he is talking about , but you say okay to calm him down

Sebek isn't used to having girls around but now that he does , he should be really careful . He doesn't want you to think of him as a antisocial chick when it comes to women and he tries his best to be a gentleman in front of you . Man...he really does take it seriously

Silver

A... girl?... Silver's first reaction would be nothing different from blushing and turning back ; what else would you expect him to do ?

He's a simple guy , he doesn't overreact but doesn't feel totally comfortable either

He didn't ever even think of the possibility of you being a girl , he just isn't used to having anyone else than boys in NRC around . You did always look too cute for a guy but still , he didn't see this coming...

(y/n) is a girl...A girl , this thought gets looped inside his brain . He can't stop freaking out over it . It feels like he's been building a sand castle on water all this time and now he's watching it sink . His whole expectations of you seems to be ruined

It gets even worse when the figure of you dressed in a long beautiful dress , holding a brilliant crown of your flowers on your long silky hair haunts him on his dreams - Why on earth do you have to be so beautiful (y/n)..!?

Silver refuses to accept , but he's pretty soft when it comes to girls . He's pretty shy but to have a girl he has been liking for sometime close...his inner self is getting teased - in a pleasant way

He doesn't show up in front of you for a while , but he just can't get the thought of you out of his mind . From reality to dreams , seems like you're always in front of him . As if you really walked with him once upon a dream

[godoflobsters]

The Brothers and Dateables With a Tattoo Artist MC

My own MC was a tattoo artist before she came to the Devildom, so I thought I’d write up some head cannons with a tattoo artist MC.

MC is gender neutral!

Mammon

Nobody can convince me that the “Brothers Under a Pact” squad wouldn't be the first ones to get tattoos from MC, and Mammon would definitely be the first

Definitely likes to brag about it too

Don't remind him that there are countless people in the human realm that you tattooed before him or he will pout

People tend to think that Mammon is cheap and would try to talk you into giving him free or cheap tattoos, but he couldn't stand to be like that towards you especially regarding something that you’re so good at

Our first man works his butt off every time he wants to get some new ink from you

Likes to give you a big ole tip every time

Gets fidgety when he has to sit still for too long so you two have to take breaks often

Prefers small/medium sized tattoos rather than really big ones

One time after he started getting tattoos from you, he was at a modeling gig and they tried to make him cover them up with makeup, he quit and that magazine went bankrupt not too long after...dont fuck with the avatar of greed

Once your shop starts taking off in the Devildom, he and Asmo try to convince you to do a shoot for Majolish(They definitely didn't pull some strings to get Majolish to do a whole segment about you and your business)

Beelzebub

The second brother to get a tattoo from MC

Refuses to get any food related tattoos: he doesn't want to accidentally take a chunk out of himself when he gets blinded by his hunger

This man has a very high pain tolerance and sits like a rock while you're tattooing him and you love him for it

He definitely needs snack breaks during longer sessions though

Has a memorial tattoo for Lillith over his heart that matches with one on Belphie

While making this list I was randomly blessed with the mental image of Beel with abuncha old school American traditional tattoos and you can pry that headcannon from my cold, dead hands

Mammon likes to brag that he has the most tattoos from you, but Beel might give him a run for his money, he doesn't mind Mammon’s bragging most of the time though, so he just lets him believe whatever he wants this time

Simeon

But Simeon has never been all that great at following the rules that they set for him

The first of the dateables to get a tattoo

He wasn't actually planning on getting a tattoo at first, but one day he overheard Luke trying to scold you for all of your tattoos(definitely before the incident with Beel and Lucifer in the underground tomb) and that was the only push he needed to jump on the “tattoos from MC” train

There is a lot of rhetoric in the Celestial Realm about how “Your body is a temple and you should not mark it”

He’s still not willing to stray too far from his roots though, so he’d probably get something with vaguely religious undertones

Absolutely delights in the shocked look on your face and the sheepish questions on whether angels are allowed to do this

Once he’s finally convinced you that you're not damning him to fall by tattooing him, the process goes by very easily

He is very easygoing and open regarding designs and he handles the pain very well

He absolutely loves to show his tattoo off, even when he goes home to the Celestial Realm and receives his reprimands from Michael

Leviathan

The third brother to get a tattoo from MC

Didn't want to get a tattoo at first, all of that physical contact and pain on top of it? No way

But then Mammon, Beel, and even Simeon all got one and he got jealous

You're HIS Henry, why are THEY the ones who get to wear your art? He might’ve been able to deal with his dumb brothers, but SIMEON TOO?

You gotta sit down with him and have a nice long chat about it, making sure this is something that he would actually want to do and not just his envy talking

Spoiler alert: It was definitely just his envy talking

He realises that he is actually oddly attached to the idea of getting a tattoo from you now though, so he comes up with designs and draws them on himself until he is certain that he won't regret it

Would get something tiny and probably gaming related

Definitely very squeamish about the pain aspect but the design that the two of you came up with is very simple and small, so he is able to make it through without fainting

He absolutely loves his new tattoo...but he is never doing that again

Belphegor

Fourth brother to get a tattoo

Has wanted to get one ever since Beel showed him the tattoo he got in memory of Lillith, but things were very...not good...between the two of you at that point

Finally worked up the courage to at least ask if you would be okay with it after the two of you made a pact

Beel, forgetting his super high pain tolerance, told him that it getting a tattoo doesn't hurt at all, so he was in for a big surprise when he went under the needle for the first time

Whiny at first, but he manages to stay very still for you

Has a memorial tattoo for Lilith over his heart that matches with one on Beel

Will definitely start to doze off during long sessions

Convinced Satan to get a matching Anti Lucifer League tattoo with him(definitely doesn't try to convince you to get one too)

Make sure that he does not, under any circumstances, actually fall asleep while you're tattooing him. He did once and he rolled over in his sleep, almost ruining an entire tattoo

Ever since that time, Beel has come with him to his sessions so you could focus on your work and he can focus on keeping Belphie awake

Satan

Gets his tattoo not long after Belphie

One of those people that think every tattoo needs to mean something so he takes forever trying to pick out something that he wants

Would probably get some sort of quote or design inspired by his favorite book, something that really resonated with who he is as a person

Was somehow convinced by Belphie to get an Anti Lucifer League tattoo

Does he regret it whenever he realizes that he now has a portion of his skin dedicated to Lucifer of all people? Possibly, but he definitely won't say anything about it to you

Loves to look at you and just admire your tattoos, asking the stories behind each and every one of them that he can see

He might be a bigger fan of literature than the fine arts, but that doesn't mean that he has any less of an appreciation for your work

Definitely pulls some strings and gets one of his friends who owns an art gallery to display some of your work there

Can set you up with all the connections that you need to make your mark on the Devildom art world

Lucifer

The last of the brothers to get a tattoo

In the beginning he has no intentions of getting a tattoo, he does have alot of respect for your talents and how hard you work for them though

As an art lover and artist himself, he will most certainly commission you from time to time and hang your work in his study

He won't admit it, but seeing your art and thinking of you when he's stressed with work is very soothing

He eventually decides to let you tattoo him only if it’s in a place that is easily covered by his clothes, considering how he dresses that leaves you with pretty much his entire body to work with

Sometimes when he has some time off he will grab a sketchbook and join you if he finds you in the common room working on a design, you share a comfortable silence, with the only sounds be the crackling of the fireplace and the scratching of pencils on paper

The kind of person that wants a tattoo but has no idea what he actually wants, but hes picky as fuck so he will turn down every single idea that you give him for weeks

He is lucky that you love him

Whenever you two talk about placements, if you mention anything on his back to cover up the scars from his wings he will almost back out entirely

Almost

Afew months later he’ll put his pride aside come back, admitting that your ideas would be perfect and that he wants to go through with it

During the session he has way too much pride to admit that he was feeling any pain

That is until you have to start going over the scars

As soon as the needles hit scar tissue he starts to fall apart; tears, shaking, the whole nine yards

It takes you quite a few sessions to finish since he cant handle such long sessions on that portion of his back

The summer after his new back piece is finished, he goes with you and his brothers back to Diavolo’s beach, this time he takes his shirt off in front of everyone for the first time since the fall

He wears your art with such pride that he lets everyone keep the memory, he even lets Asmo keep the pictures he took of all of them up on Devilgram

Diavolo

Wanted to be the first to get a tattoo but Barbatos said no

If you want to continue your career in the Devildom for the duration of your stay, he will buy you a building to work from and any supplies to get started since you had to leave your stuff in the human realm

Diavolo has rooms in the castle filled with the art that he's collected over the years, so when he sees that you're an artist he gets so excited

Before he finally gets tattooed by you, he buys a lot of your artwork and hangs it up around the castle

It takes a few years to propose the idea again to Barbatos in a way that wont make the butler’s hair fall out from stress, but he finally relented under one condition: it has to be in an area that is still hidden while he’s in his demon form

He decides that his legs would be the perfect place to indulge in your artistic talents while also keeping Barbatos’s controlling side at bay

Hes another one that knows he wants a tattoo but no clue what he wants to get

Unlike Lucifer though, he is a true open canvas

He truly adores your art so he wholeheartedly trusts you with his body and knows that he will love anything that you do for him

He knows that this is most likely very nerve wracking for you considering his position so he tries to reassure you and make the process very easy for you

You still put everything into designing him something fit for a king

He’s the type to prefer large pieces that span over entire sections of his body rather than abuncha small/medium sized ones

Another fidgetter, he’s really not all that accustomed to pain so he doesn't have a high tolerance for it

Likes to treat you to dinner at Ristorante Six after each of his sessions

Tips like the absolute king he is, you could probably pay a couple months of rent back at your apartment in the Human Realm just from his tip

Once his tattoo is finally finished and healed, he will find every excuse that he can think of to invite you and the brothers on outings to places where he is free from scrutiny to wear shorts and show off your artwork

Barbatos

The last of all of the boys to get a tattoo

It was a complete shock to everyone when he came to you and asked if he could make an appointment to get tattooed by you

“Everyone” being you, Diavolo, and Lucifer because nobody else knows that it happened and he would like to keep it that way

Another member of the “I’ll get one as long as it’s somewhere nobody will see” club...so basically not his face

Before the two of you get to talking about designs, you expect him to go with something small and simple, maybe an elegant little teapot or something along those lines

Then this man comes to his consultation and throws you for a loop talking about a sleeve

Very picky, he has high standards for himself and what's on his body

Knows exactly what he wants but does his best not to stifle your creativity during the design process

You learn ALOT about just who lurks behind Barbatos’s mild-mannered butler facade during his sessions, he’s surprisingly upfront and honest whenever you have him under the needle

Solomon

Can't get a tattoo

This man has pact marks for 72 demons all over his body, there is simply no more room

Any open space he has is being saved just in case any other demons *cough* Lucifer *cough* ever decide to come around to making a pact

Collects your flash and hangs it up around his room

If you take Diavolo up on his offer to set up a shop in the Devildom, he will make sure to tell all of his pact-mates about you, hype up your work, and get you a lot of business in the door

Sometimes he will commission art from you and use magic to make your art temporarily appear on his skin over the pact marks

Once you become a sorcerer and have a better grasp on your magic, he helps you experiment in creating magical inks and enchanting tattoos

Asmodeus

The only one that actually doesn't want to get a tattoo

He doesnt think that tattoos would fit in very well to the image that he has for himself

And not being able to show off every inch of his beautiful skin while its healing is a no from him

Since he likes to test out his new makeup and skincare products on you, sometimes after he has had his way with your face he will let you draw on him with skin safe markers

would definitely be a wimp about the pain

Will spam pictures to his Devilgram of his fancy new temporary tattoos and you drawing on him

Will definitely try to bring you some of his flings to get his name tattooed on them, you will have to reprimand him every single time and eventually he will stop

If you're not the type to keep up with social media, he’ll offer to keep up a Devilgram account for your shop

If you're ever attempting to draw and you have a very specific pose in your head that you can't find a reference for, he will not hesitate to get up and start posing for you

Luke

He is baby and cant have any tattoos until he's older

His mind frequently bounces back and forth between the whole “your body is a temple” rhetoric that he was taught growing up and “wow that's so cool!”

After Simeon got his tattoo Luke became a lot more enthusiastic and curious about your job though

Will occasionally ask if he can have one of your flash sheets so he can color your pictures

These very often end up on the fridge in Purgatory Hall

Sometimes they even make their way to the fridge in the House of Lamentation too

Will this make the brothers jealous? Yes. Do you care? No.

Luke loves you and looks up to you so much that he goes through a little phase of wanting to copy you, yourself and the entirety of Purgatory Hall can expect loads of temporary marker tattoos